Training Camp

"Dad, you've got nothing to do anyway," Kitty Likes Meat said as she pulled at her dad's arm.

"What do you mean I have nothing to do?" he asked, clearly unimpressed. "When you talk like that, you make me out to be some kind of delinquent. Dad is a good person, okay?"

"Those stores don't need your work. Let dad become a coach. Otherwise, he'll go crazy. Please mum?" Kitty Likes Meat pleaded as she turned her head to her mother who was smiling, but not speaking.

Cat Mom hesitated, then looked at her husband and finally said, "Take the offer if you want to, but it will be difficult."

"I don't really need to coach, and I'd rather spend time with my wife. Let's go to La Plagne next week; we haven't been skiing in a long time. Kitty is busy, so we don't need to take her," Cat Dad laughed.

"Who will buy food for me?" Kitty Likes Meat was a little annoyed; she really hated public displays of affection.