Chapter 89: I Like My Privacy

Keeley got a cart and started piling things into it, explaining as she went. She chose a self-cleaning litter box because a) Aaron could afford it and b) she knew he hated being inconvenienced. The poor cat would be better off not facing his wrath at the indignity of scooping poop personally.

She also chucked a variety of toys such as lasers, balls, little tunnels, feathers attached to a stick, and electronic toys that could be turned on and left alone for a while into the cart. The fanciest silver food and water bowl set inlaid in a black metal rack ended up there too.

In the food aisle, Keeley ran into a bit of a dilemma. "Um…do you want the same kind of food I get or something fancier? I don't know anything about the expensive brands."

"It's a cat; it won't know the difference," Aaron said dismissively.

Her brand it was.