After what had exchanged between them, there could be no forgiveness. At least not until her next feeding time. Astasia was sitting in the corner of the room, still wet from her recent bath, glaring at Rufus ruefully. Occasionally she would lick her paw as elegantly as she could, looking like a wet rat with her fur soaked through. Every time he tried to approach her, she'd run to the other side of the room.
Eventually he gave up and went to the other room to watch tv. Astasia made sure he wasn't coming back any time soon and pranced over to his bedroom to have fun on his bed.
---How did he know cats were such a pain. He'd never had one when he was a kid. It all started a week ago...
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