Pawliday Love

Chapter One, Part two

CHAPTER ONE, PART TWO

WINSTON, THE CAT

H ow can I nap knowing that jerk-face is eyeing my Dinah? I reposition and growl on the chair by the window, looking out at the pool. Why does he keep eyeing her backside? And why does she laugh at every stupid thing that comes out of his mouth? Humph. Does he think he has a chance with my hooman? He better think again. He might have her fooled, but he has to tangle with me first.