Day 45: In Which Being A Cat Dad Is Hard

Jack had to mute his mic in the middle of a work call because of the feline squabble he heard happening in the background.

"Hey! Break it off!" he yelled when he spotted the two cats at each other's throats with their food bowls' content scattered all across the floor. He rushed to pick Ashley up, but even as he did that, the cats continued to growl at each other from a distance.

"You, baby one, why are you picking a fight with a cat three times your size?" Jack asked as he inspected the kitten for any visible injuries. Satisfied that he couldn't find any, his attention moved to the cat on the floor. "And you, stop hogging all the food, you glutton!"

Diana's fur was completely puffed up, and her glare was pointedly aimed at her younger sister.

"What, so you're ignoring me now? You're the eldest, stop acting like a spoilt brat, Diana!"

He put Ashley down on the opposite side of the room and half-assedly cleaned up their mess. He refilled their bowls with a final glower in both of the cats' directions.

"Now, I'm trying to work here, so you two better play nice, understood?"

His children ignored him, so he went back to his laptop and put his headset back on. Unmuting the call, he let out an exasperated laugh. "Sorry, everyone. Pets, am I right? So where were we—"

Glass shattered on the floor and two distinct sets of cat screeches reached his ears. He didn't even bother muting the call this time, and he got up with a deafening roar.

"CATS! I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M SENDING YOU TO GO LIVE WITH ELSA!"