Dale Thomason isn't much of a cat person. In fact, he doesn't particularly care for animals of any kind. Or people either, for that matter. A food critic for the local press, he dines out on the company tab without the hassle of going on a date. His sex life is non-existent, particularly when compared to that of his bisexual BFF, Jill. When a stray orange tomcat brazenly follows Dale home one night, he calls Jill to come rid his apartment of the feline terror. But he can't seem to keep the cat out of his home, and the next time it comes inside, Jill isn't there to rescue him, so he lets it stay. That night Dale has the sexiest, most vivid dream starring the hot new redhead who just moved into the apartment across from his. In the morning, the cat has mysteriously vanished and Dale is left reeling from the wet dream. Did he imagine the whole thing? Or does his new neighbor harbor a furry secret?

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My cat.Dale turned to follow her gaze just as he felt something strong and cold press against his right leg. By the time he turned back, the orange tabby was sauntering across his kitchen floor.


“Oh, no you don’t.” Tonight he would stand his ground. Pointing out into the cold dark parking lot, he admonished, “Out, you hear me? Get out.”


Jill’s giggles wafted down to him from a few doors down. “Good luck with that.”


“Jill!” Dale cried, but her door slammed shut and when he looked, she was gone. Great,he thought, stepping into the kitchen and slamming his own door in retaliation,another night with that creature in my house.


At least this time he knew it really wasin the house. She’d seen it, too. So the large orange cat wasn’t a figment of his imagination.


Chapter 14