You Son of a Bitch“You son of a bitch! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!”SMASH!!Lucky for The Cat, he had excellent reflexes. A lesser man might’ve felt that vase crash against his cranium. But instead it shattered against the velvet lined wall of his office.Good thing also he was a nimble fellow, a fact made even more impressive considering his substantial height. The Cat towered in his own office, his black hat only a hand's breadth from the ceiling above. And this lanky form had to duck and dodge around the furniture as his beau took her frustrations out on his fine wares.CHLING!!Oh, there went another plate. Shame, he liked that plate. It had such a nice image of curled tabby on it.“Two-timing goddamn BASTARD. I thought you were dead! Gone for what, a week?”“T’was only three days, Lammy. Trois jours. Ah been out longer, y’all know that.” His voice had the air of perfect calm. Well, the same kind of calm that centers itself within a hurr
Michael, you been drinking saltwater or something lately?