Small Happiness
She tries on the wedding dress. She likes the sensual feel of the ivory satin. Maybe she can manage to lose another couple of pounds. Who wouldn't want to look prettier? It won't be a big wedding. Just their friends and Tank's close family. And Little Carlos is going to be the flower boy. She's still allergic to cats, but the allergy pills help a lot. It's never a good idea to make your boyfriend choose. She can't give Tank any children. She should at least have the decency to let him keep his cats. And she has, in fact, grown fond of the cats. They are not that different from her, she's realized. Homeless. Starved. Frightened. Hurt. Now cherished and loved. Thanks to a man with few words and a big heart.
She looks herself in the mirror and happily smiles. Yes, she does look good in this perfect dress. Suddenly all the bad things that happened to her seem like a dream. She knows she'll no longer be haunted by her dark shady past. Nothing can break her now. She'll be happy. She'll make Tank happy. All the cats will be happy, too. She leaves the bridal shop with a huge grin on her face. She'll get some takeout at a the nearby Greek diner. She likes the friendly owner and his son, the handsome waiter. Her husband-to-be loves her as she is. A small piece of baklava wouldn't hurt. She walks toward her car, fishing for the keys, and stops dead as she hears the hungry meow and spots the thin ragged half-grown black and white kitten.
She squares her shoulders and makes a quick decision. Ah well, what's one more cat?