Carlos came home; his search for acceptable cats was again less than fruitful. All the cats were either mean, snobbish, or ugly. Then again, most cats were the first two, but he didn't expect so many ugly cats.
Sure, it's the attitude that counts, but nothing seemed right. With Stella, it was instant puppy love. But he was happy his brother had Stella. The kid wanted a dog for forever and he was in love with little Stella.
So, he was hoping to find instant kitty-love. But he had been to every pet store within a thirty mile radius, and nothing.
He was debating giving up his search, but as he sipped his tea (hey, if it were up to him, he'd be chugging a coke; but thanks to Kendall and his constant hard-on for anything organic and healthy, he was stuck with this damn tea,) he looked around the house, and seeing its emptiness made him want to keep on looking.