((Backdated to the day of the chocolates.))
Grant was having a hard time getting his door open, between juggling his keys and a feline version of
Laura Palmer. Finally he unlocked the door, put the cat down and invited Honor and Nimitz in. "Make yourself comfortable," he said. "Is there anything I can get for anyone?"
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Celery?
"You've had two stalks already today," Honor said, addressing her 'cat. "I'm not cleaning up after you if you get sick again." She smiled at Dr. Grant. "He's rather a greedy guts when it comes to celery, but it's not good for his digestive system."
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I could get used to this, she thought.
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He sat down on the couch and arranged the cat beside him. With long, slow strokes, he pet Laura from the top of her hear to the base of her tail. After a few minutes, he sighed.
"I realize that this is bad timing for an apology, but I'm sorry about what I said to you last night."
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"What the hell?"
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"Well, he thought I made a cute cat." She grinned. "He said I remind him of one of his daughters, and that he misses his family. We talked about him and Honor, and how they're going home soon. I think that's the basics."
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