My cat passed away this evening, just a few days before his second birthday. I already miss him terribly, and decided to write something in his memory. So here it is.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, yadda, yadda, yadda. The title came from my favorite newspaper comic strip. The cat, though…the cat's mine.
Jordan pursed her lips as she gazed at the file spread across her desk. A long day of work had given her nothing new on the case she'd been trying to figure out since the beginning of the week and it was eating at her last nerve. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now. The fact that none were forthcoming made her crazy.
She shot an annoyed glance to the doorway, grumbling a distracted "Not really."
"Good." Woody nudged the door all the way open and let himself in, a cardboard box in his arms. "I have something for you. Well, more of a someone."
Jordan eyed the box warily as he set it on the floor beside the couch. "Please tell me it's not a turtle. Or a snake."
"Right, Jo. I found a turtle on the side of the road in Boston." He couldn't help but chuckle, thoroughly amused. "Come look."
Curiosity finally getting the best of her, she stood and kneeled beside him. Whatever was in the box was silent, only making her more cautious. "Is it dead?"
Woody laughed again. "Figure it out for yourself." When she made no move toward it, he gestured to the tucked flaps. "Go on."
"Fine," she huffed, leaning forward and pulling it open. But then she paused, eyebrows furrowed. "Whatever's in here won't bite me, will it?" she asked before she even peered inside.
"No." He shook his head, a large smile playing across his lips. "Will you just look already?"
He watched as she finally complied. The light that shone in her eyes when they fell upon the small kitten curled in the corner was enough to make his heart almost stop. Woody never tired of seeing that, and was just starting to discover how easily he could make it appear. She glanced up at him questioningly, catching him looking at her. "We found him in a gutter at a scene a week or so ago," he supplied, shrugging off his slight embarrassment. "Poor little guy was pretty sick, but the vet gave him a clean bill of health this afternoon."
Jordan picked up the tabby and gazed into his handsome face before placing him in her lap. He promptly settled himself and closed his eyes, purring contentedly. "And the vet just gave him back to you?"
"Well, it was either me or the pound." He reached out and scratched behind the kitten's ears. "He was too adorable, and I figured if you didn't want to keep him, someone else here would. I'd say he needs a good home, wouldn't you?"
She stared down at the ball of fuzz, torn between what she wanted and what she knew should be done. "You know as well as I do that I'm not too good at keeping things alive."
"What about Lily?" Woody asked, his thoughts going to the young woman's daughter and the kitten growing up together. "A cat this laid back would probably do well around a child."
"He has pretty eyes." Jordan hand ran down the animal's back, mulling over his statement. "And he's so soft. You know, I think Lily would really like him. It's definitely worth a shot, anyway." She grinned up at Woody as he got to his feet. "I never knew you had a thing for cats."
"I usually don't." He leaned down and kissed the crown of her head. "But this one reminded me of you."