Wicked
The wedding is short and not overly sweet. The calm tall dark mouth-watering groom and his overexcited bride leave straight away for their honeymoon after the ceremony. The happy, laughing families, friends and colleagues then drive to the high-end fusion restaurant and enjoy the wedding reception as planned. By the time the chubby hamster wakes, his milk chocolate neon-pink-and-gold-haired sitter is already snoring peacefully in a custom made extra king size bed beside her ebony man-mountain of a fiancé. And a large, ferocious-looking black-and-white cat is sitting by the old glass aquarium looking down at him with polite, amused interest.
Joe Morelli jumps and squeaks in shock and terror when the green-eyed cat with a beautiful sardonic smile in a lazy silky smooth voice speaks to him.
"Ah, Mr. Morelli. We finally meet."
This isn't real. Morelli frantically tells himself. It can't be! Cats can't talk. At least not in this beautifully dangerous and sexy voice! And why the Hell does he think a male cat's voice is sexy? Is there something wrong with him? Or is it because of the cat's slight British accent? Morelli almost faints as he feels his cute little tail start twitching nervously and excitedly. NO! He doesn't have a tail! He's not a hamster! He's a human being! He's a 37-year-old police detective! He's not Stephanie's pet! He's not inside a glass aquarium! And this cat is most definitely not talking to him! He must be dreaming or hallucinating out of stress or something! He squeezes his eyes shut, takes a few deep breaths, and wills himself to calm down. Everything will be just fine when he wakes up, Morelli tries his best to persuade himself, opens his eyes, looks straight into the cat's enchanting eyes and almost faints.
The cat tilts his head a little to the left, raises his brow just a fraction, graces a frightened Morelli with a barely there smile that eerily reminds him of someone and continues.
"God, you humans are so easy."