“No. Come on. No.”
Spock did not move from his position in front of the building with the Cat Rescue. On the window was a picture of a super cute black cat that declared, Needs a Good Home.
Jim had known it was a mistake to walk this way with his husband. But it was the shorter route and with the cold wind he had been, admittedly, in a hurry to make it home.
“Spock, we already have four cats. In that tiny apartment.”
“It is two bedrooms. The cats have their own bedroom.”
Jim sighed. “I know but—”
“We have a good home. The cat will have friends.”
“You aren’t going to let this go, are you?”
Spock arched a brow.
“I thought so.” He moved toward the handle of the door. “Let’s go get another cat.”