I jumped as a ball of white fluff launched itself into my lap. My heart rate spiked before I laughed, scratching Gizmo on his chin, realizing how ridiculously skittish I was right now. “Sorry, baby,” I cooed at my Maine coon fur-child. The only child my parents would get from me, much to their displeasure. Being a mom just wasn’t for me, I had quickly realized. I’d mom the fuck out of my cat, but human babies? No.
