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James and Thomas are cats. That’s…. basically it. 

I love you, Thomas miaows.

“Calm down, little cat – I’ll be with you in a minute.”

You are a goddess among women.  

“Yes dear, I know.”

I have never been happier in my life.

“You’ve already been fed, sweetheart. Don’t think you can trick me.”

Miranda is the most wonderful owner a cat could wish for, and Thomas is determined that she knows it. It’s the least he can do — after she has been instrumental in securing for him true happiness.

Happiness, who is at this moment, still hiding beneath the sofa.

Are you alright under there?

His answer is swift, if unbelievable. 

Fine.

Forgive me, Thomas miaows back, but you might be a little more convincing if you would emerge from under the sofa.  

Maybe later. When she’s gone.

Thomas sighs, unable to keep from flicking his tail in irritation. Finally, he has a partner, a beautiful ginger companion to share his cardboard boxes and the lovely heated cat bed Miranda bought him last Christmas, and yet time that they should be spending doing things of that sort is currently being squandered, and all thanks to a misunderstanding!

Miranda is a very nice woman —

SHE PUT ME IN THE BATH! I’M WET!

Well, Thomas miaows. I’d be more than happy to help you dry off, if you’d just come out?

In the name of everything soft and warm, he doesn’t even know this gorgeous cat’s name yet! Currently, all he can see of him is a pair of bright green eyes, blinking slowly.

She was only trying to help, Thomas huffs. Honestly, she should have just left it to Thomas. When he thinks about the sunny afternoon he could have spent happily grooming his new love — but that’s beside the point. She won’t do it again, he assures.

A pause. Then: Do you promise?

On everything I hold most dear, Thomas purrs.

“Oh — good boy, James — I’m so proud of you!”

James. A beautiful name, for a beautiful cat.

I’m Thomas, miaows Thomas.

Yes, replies James. I know who you are.

And I know who you are, now. But I already knew what you are.

James bristles slightly. And what is that?

Lovely, Thomas purrs. You’re lovely.

James’ whiskers twitch adorably, and he edges forward until their noses bump together — Thomas can’t help purring.

So are you, James miaows softly.