Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday

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When she'd closed up on Wednesday, Hercules the cat had been decidedly reluctant to return to the hotel with her, so she'd left him overnight again in the store. To make up for it,'Dite brought a special treat of salmon and called for Herc as soon as she opened.

He didn't come. He didn't even meow in answer. 'Dite was just beginning to be concerned when she caught him sneaking in through a partially opened window.

"What -- Where have you been, you naughty cat, you?" Closing the window, she turned and frowned at him, only to have him give her his back and saunter - saunter - up the stairs toward the office.

Rolling her eyes at his antics, she settled in behind the counter to wait for someone to enter the store. She actually didn't have long to wait.

"Hi! Welcome to 'Dite's Dec--"

"Don't care. Don't want. Don't care." The woman standing in front of the counter was dressed in a tweed - tweed - jacket, and had graying her hair in a very severe bun. She hardly looked the type to frequent a store like 'Dite's, and as a matter of fact was looking around at the novelties, books, and candies with a show of distaste. For the first time 'Dite was really glad no one could actually see the sex toys from the front counter.

"Well, what can I do for you, Ms.--"

"It's Miss. Never did hold with any of that newfangled nonsense." With a precise stab from the index finger of her right hand she pushed her old fashioned glasses further up her nose, which actually made her quite feline.

Speaking of cats . . .

"I live a few streets from here and this is the second time I've seen your cat near my house. Last time I stopped him but this time I think he got to my Precious."

'Dite blinked. "Your precious what?"

"Not my preci -- Precious, my cat! She's in heat, or has been, but here this morning all the yowling suddenly stopped and she's calm as can be, and then I see him sneaking out my gate!"

"Right." 'Dite nodded. "Him - who?"

"Him! Your cat!"

"My cat -- Hercules? No. You must be mistaken."

The woman folded her arms, her mouth puckering like she'd sucked on a lemon. "Him!" And she turned to point up at Hercules who was sitting at the top of the stairs. 'Dite wondered for a second how she'd seen him. "That's the cat I saw this morning -- he violated my Precious!"

"Viol-- violated? She's a cat!"

"She's a pure bred Persian long hair and if she comes up pregnant and has orange tabby kittens I'll be the laughing stock of the Persian society! And if that happens, Ms. Whatever-your-name-is, I'll be sending you the bill -- and the kittens!"

And then she turned and marched out of the store, her sensible heels clicking behind her as she went.

'Dite stared after her. Just stared. For several long moments.

And kept staring.

Then she threw love bolt after love bolt at the place where the woman had exited. Finally she stuck her tongue out at the door.

"If she comes up pregnant and has orange tabby kittens I'll be a laughing stock. Hmph. You already are a laughing stock, lady." She stamped her foot, her voice turning to a whine. "Why doesn't anyone on this island know how to treat a goddess?"

Then her eyes narrowed and she raised her head to gaze at the furry orange bundle at the top of the stairs who looked entirely too pleased with himself.

"You're in so much trouble, Mister."

Hercules decided to spend the day hiding in the office while 'Dite looked for vets on the island.

Decadent Delights is open.

(OOC: Post open, SP is love.)