Marcus watched the kitten play with the ribbon at his feet. She was a gift from his fiancé. The cat wiggled its butt and pounced on the ribbon, shaking her head back and forth, fierce just like Felicia. It made Marcus laugh.
He pulled the ring out of his pocket and looked at it again. It caught the light and sparkled with hopes and dreams; promises given. Marcus softly nudged the cat with his toes. “So what should I do?” he asked.
He took out his phone and placed the call. “Hi Bob. Yeah, you can have the cat.”