23. Cat
Shawn was sitting in his big comfy chair, channel surfing when the obnoxious ringing of his doorbell filled his small house. He clicked off the tv, bounded out of his chair and jogged over to the door. Shawn pulled it open, and was pleasently surprised to see the smiling face of Detective Juliet O'Hara standing on the other side.
"Hey Jules, what's happening?" He chirped happily. She said nothing in reply, but placed an animal carrier in his hands. Shawn looked inside and saw a skinny black kitty looking up at him with big hazel eyes.
"Well would you look at that, it's a little boy cat."
"Girl." Juliet piped up.
"Huh?" He asked, a dumb look on his face.
"Little girl cat." Juliet said, struggling to keep a straight face.
"Ah, I see. So why is Little Girl Cat here?" He asked as if the name was completely normal.
"I found her. She was in the middle of my street, and she's so skinny, and-" Juliet rambled, "-and there's a two cat limit at my apartment, sooooo I thought, maybeee-"
"That I would want a Little Boy Cat of my own?" Shawn asked.
"Girl."
"That I would want a Little Girl Cat of my own?" Shawn corrected.
"Well, yeah. You could use a companion now that you're...single." Juliet replied, blushing slightly at the last part. Shawn nodded vaguely, noticing that the pain of his and Abigail's breakup was basically non-existant, even when he thought about it, which he rarely did.
"I agree." He said slapping a goofy grin on his face, realizing that being single meant he had no reason to feel guilty about chasing after Jules.
"Great!" Juliet exclaimed, then in one swift motion she kissed him on the cheek, walked out the door, and left Shawn in a slight state of shock. He shook his head, grinning.
"Welcome to Shawn Manor Little Boy...Girl Cat." He said looking inside the cat carrier at the thin kitty. She looked up at him lovingly and mewed.