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Colin Matthews (smalltownguy) wrote in inpoormerit,

It was a cat. They were more self-sufficient than people gave them credit for. Unless she had the cat tightly locked up, it was probably fine. It'd go kill birds or mice or mooch off the neighbors. That's how his shop ended up with a feline mascot. Emily had fed the damned thing once and it kept coming back. Cats were just like that.

Colin had never had to learn how to. The biggest catastrophe in his life up until this craziness had been his best friend seeing his sister behind his back. Which had turned out just fine. He'd never been to a funeral even, both of his grandmothers and one grandfather were still alive, the other grandfather had died when he was a baby. His parents were happily married and all in all, his life had been pretty damned good.

So he wasn't at prepared to deal with anything this big, crazy and fucked up. The warning she called managed to catch his attention long enough that once the ball bounced off his chest, he caught it with a loud hack of air.

"What'd you do that for?" he demanded, although a smile was playing at the edge of his lips. It was a good distraction from things he really didn't want to think about right now.