Page 14 of Big Rucking Disaster

Suddenly two balls of fur came careening into the room.

Yardley chuckled as he took the food and drink from me. “I wondered when you two would show up.”

“They don’t greet you at the door?”

Both fuzzballs leapt onto the couch. One with way more grace than the other.

“The skinny one’s Sam, and the fat one’s Steve.”

“Oh well, I wasn’t going to comment on…”

Sam planted himself, opened his legs, and started licking… Yep, he was licking his dick.

Yardley rolled his eyes.

Steve tried to make a grab for the sub.

“Do they need to be fed or something?”

Both cats finally paid some attention to me.

“Oh, did I say the right word? Food?”

“Meow.” Steve tumbled off the couch and started headbutting my leg with his nose.

Sam regarded me with solemn eyes.

“He’s a little slower to trust.” Yardley put his drink on the end table and started petting his cat.

I arched an eyebrow. “Are you going to eat your sub with that hand?”

He snickered. “Not something I generally worry about.”

“Gross.” I stomped back to the kitchen, Steve hot on my heels. “What do I feed him?”

“Half of one of the containers. Sam can have an entire one and the other half of Steve’s.”

“Steve won’t try to steal?”

“He tried once and got a whack on the nose for his trouble. Sam takes his food very seriously.”

I gazed down to find both cats staring up at me. “In these little dishes?”

“Yes, that’s perfect.”

“Well, okay, then.” I muttered the words under my breath. Within moments, I was directing each cat to a dish. I probably didn’t need to supervise—given Sam knew how to put Steve in his place—but I figured sticking around would be good.

Except—

I grabbed a paper towel, wet it, and headed into the living room.

Coach had his sub in both hands and was devouring it.

“Gross. Seriously.” I stalked over to him. “Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”

“Didn’t have a mother.” He glared. But he took the wet towel and wiped his hands.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

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