CHAPTER 3: What Will We Do?
Hearing pawsteps behind her, Demeter turned around with a smile, expecting it to be Plato.
It wasn't.
"Deme?"
Demeter gulped. "H-hi, M-Munkustrap."
"What are you doing all the way out here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Demeter told him. "I thought you were on patrol today?"
"I was, but Alonzo so desperately wanted it today, so I thought I'd be nice to all three of us."
"Three?" Demeter stared at him stupidly.
"Sure. Me, him and you."
"Me?"
Munkustrap stepped forward and embraced his mate. "Yes, darling, you. I thought maybe we could…spend some time together. Alone." The silver tabby leaned down slowly and gently kissed her. "How would you like that?" Munkustrap asked after their lips parted.
"Uh…" Demeter felt really unsure. She would rather spend time with Plato, but how could she deny her own mate his pleasures, especially if he took the day off just for her? "Okay. But…maybe in a little while. I want to be alone at the moment. Shall we say half an hour?"
Munkustrap was confused but assented nonetheless.
Alone again, Demeter pondered her feelings. Her thoughts turned from her mate to her new lover, Plato. She was slightly confused. Did she still love Munkustrap at all? She was certainly in love with Plato, and the prospect of a secret affair excited her. But did she still have feelings for Munkustrap? And, if so, could they compete with those she harboured for Plato?
At that moment, her new lover appeared.
No, she decided.
Plato sauntered over, a grim look on his face.
Demeter hurried towards him. "Was it Munkustrap?"
Plato shook his head. "No, it was Cassandra."
"Oh, is that all?" she laughed and planted a small kiss on Plato's lips. When she pulled away, she observed that Plato's expression was unchanged.
A look of concern crossed Demeter's face. "Plato, darling, what is it?"
"It's not to be taken lightly."
"What isn't?"
"My…encounter with Cassandra." At Demeter's quizzical look, Plato elaborated. "I think she knows something."
"Oh?" Demeter croaked hoarsely.
Plato nodded. "I don't know what or how, but she's got something on us. Not to mention that she has been digging up dirt on Victoria and that pipsqueak, Mistoffelees."
"And she said nothing else?"
"All she said was that she 'observes' and that 'Munkustrap won't be happy'. Those were her words."
"What we will do?"
"I guess all we can do is wait and hope." He pressed his lips to hers. "I love you, Deme."