“Okay, what about Mocha then?”
“What do you mean? What about Mocha?”
“If you’re talking about adjustments into me being your companion. I think you should get rid of Mocha. I don’t feel safe around him and I never will. He is a predator to me. It would be like you living with a lion.”
“You really want me to get rid of Mocha?”
“I know it’s not an easy ask that I’m doing. I just think if you are committed to this and want me to feel safe and like this is my home. That would go a long way.”
“That’s a big ask. You’re my little guy and you know that. But, you’re asking me to give up my cat.” Sara said with a sigh and a long pause. “If and I mean if I do this I expect no pushback ever from you being my pet.”
Jordan wasn’t thrilled over the notion of not being able to ever push back on being her pet. He wasn’t a pet. He was still a person with rights and dignity. At least he thought as much. However, he had hitched his wagon so to speak with Sara. He knew earlier when he did so he would have to give up some things. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to give up on his humanity. He also knew he couldn’t take his humanity with him to the grave if Mocha ate him.
“Fine,” Jordan said reluctantly. “Do we have a deal then?” Jordan asked as he looked at Sara’s he found that she had a pretty good poker face. He couldn’t tell what way she was leaning.
“I suppose. If it will make my wittle man happy. He can be the number one man in my life.” Sara said with a smile as she looked at Jordan who couldn’t help but wonder if he really got the better deal of this bargain. Sara seemed to give up more easily than he thought she would.
Sara leaned back in her chair as she continued to hold Jordan in her hand while she relaxed. She found it comforting to hold Jordan and gently pet him as she leaned back in the chair. Even with all her training sometimes in moments like these, it was easy to forget he was there. She has been trying to take things slow with Jordan. She didn’t want to overwhelm him.
So when he offered to be her pet if she gave up Mocha she wasn’t surprised. Sara had been mentally preparing for such a moment for the past few days. She knew it would be difficult to keep both Mocha and Jordan even though she wanted to. However, the inevitability of it all had made Sara reach out to a few family members in town. It was her Cousin Alex who had agreed to take Mocha in. She had always been a cat person and wasn’t much of an underbred person.
“Sara!” the voice of Tiffany bellowed from downstairs. Even through the closed door, Sara could hear her just fine.
“Ugh, let’s go see what Mom wants,” Sara said as she stood and slid Jordan into her the pocket of her pajamas. Jordan felt himself slide down the soft material. While there were several wrinkles and folds nothing could stop his descent until he reached the bottom of the pocket. He felt like he was trying to stand up on a trampoline as the material of the pocket would move around. The only thing that made it easy was the pocket walls were so close together. Jordan looked up not even able to see the obscured face of Sara.
“Sara! Get me out of here. I don’t want to be in your pocket.” Jordan shouted but his voice was seemingly lost into the void.
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