You sit in silence for a minute.
“What did you want me to say? That I felt like a fool because you didn’t show up, so horrible things went through my head?”
You hear his tired sigh,
“Just be honest with me.”
“Same, even in little things, like eating.”
He actually laughs in response;
“I miss you kitten. I’m sorry you worried and wasted your time for nothing. I promise I tried to message you.”
“It’s okay. I know you’re busy, I’m just glad none of my thoughts were true.”
“Do I want to know those thoughts?”
“Probably not. Are we still on for tomorrow?”
Feeling much better about everything, you head into the bathroom to take some extra time getting ready for bed. If tomorrow is still on, you want to make sure you look good.
Within a half hour a knock comes to the bathroom door. You open it to Missy,
“Hey I’m going to step out for a bit with the gang. Oh and there’s something here for you when you get done.”
She smirks, waves and wanders off.
You wander out into the living room to the best thing you’ve seen in days.
Standing in the middle of your living room is your karaoke kitty with a wreath of flowers adorning his head and a smile on his face. As you wander towards him he removes them and places them on you.
“I don’t really know anything about flowers, but I thought these would look great on you.”
He pulls you in close,
“I am really sorry you didn’t get my message.”
He cups your face and leans in to kiss you.
“If you had gotten my message, it would have said that my meeting tonight was rescheduled to lunch. That I wanted to see you tonight.”
You beam up at him,
“I like the flowers. Especially on whom they arrived,” you admit as you lean up on your tip toes to give him back a kiss. With a growl he takes over the kiss and pulls you even closer.
“Is my kitty growling or purring?” You pretend to ask in innocence.
“Woman,” he definitely growls, “it's your job is to purr. So let’s get working on that.”
Sometime later he sits up on the couch and pulls you over to him. He pounds a fist into the cushion, “I really need to get you a more comfortable couch if this is going to become a habit.”
You laugh, “Oh, it isn’t that bad.”
He reaches underneath him and pulls out a spring,
“Not that bad? Are you trying to injure me?”
“Well,” you look up at the ceiling and then off to the side,
“there are other places besides the couch.”
He grabs you by the waist and sits you on his lap.
“Yes, tomorrow. It’s on the schedule and it will not be rescheduled. I won’t allow it.”