The sisters reveal to me that they’ve wanted a cat for years, even admitting to putting it on their Christmas lists a few times. They were certain their father would finally bring them a cat, but sadly, he didn’t.
“He says he’s too busy for a kitty,” Tris says sadly. She rubs at her eye, and I wonder if she’s considering crying once again.
I take this into account. Derek’s busy work schedule must keep him running around all day and night. Not to mention these two little girls must make every day a handful.
If he can’t do everything that the cat needs, then it makes sense Bea and Tris have never been given the cat they want.
“Well,” I say, sitting on the floor to call Sammy back out of his hiding place. “Your Daddy probably thinks you three can’t care f
