“What do you do with a depressed cat?” “He suggested taking in another one, so they could play.” “No.” “He’s suffering, Tore!” “I said no, Milene.” Another cat and I will be the one who’s suffering. “There’s a rescue close by. We can go have a look after lunch.” “No. More. Cats.” “You are a bad person.” “Yes.” “Please? Just one. You can choose.” “We’re not taking in another cat, Milene,” I say and cut the call. “Oh, look at the ginger one!” I grab Salvatore’s hand and pull him toward the last cage in the line. “He looks like a mini Garfield.”
