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TOMCAT JONES

Willa Okati

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Tomcat Jones

Willa Okati

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Chapter One

You guys ever heard the old saying about “the cat who walks by himself”?

Yeah, I don’t know the rest of the cliché either. It’s a load of crap anyway. Especially for a

guy like me.

My name’s Thomas Cattrell Jones, T.J. for short. My parents had a rotten sense of humor.

I teach animal behavior theory when the local college has the budget and the whim to take me on,

and I turn into your basic tabby cat from time to time, more often than that if something rocks

my world. What can I say? It’s a thing.

* * * * *

“Being ‘in love’”—T.J. made quote fingers—“never changes anything.”

Arden gave the grocery cart a hard shove to get it past a sticky mess of spilled

pickle juice on the aisle floor. “The hell it doesn’t. Are you stoned? That reminds me.

Corn chips or Pringles?”

“Why limit ourselves? Doritos.” T.J. stretched up to tip the topmost bag on the

shelf into their cart. It landed with a crunchy paft! noise between two cans of guacamole

and a tub of sour cream. “Mmm. I can feel your arteries hardening as we speak.”

“Mine?” Arden, tall and skinny and towheaded, grabbed a jar of peanuts and read

the nutritional information, snickering to himself. “Where are you in all of this coronary

failure, standing nobly by with a skull in your hand, saying ‘alas, we hardly knew

you’?”

T.J. had to stretch up on tiptoe to manage it but bounced his palm off the back of

Arden’s head with a sharp snap of the wrist. “No. For one, you’re misquoting. For

another, there’s no way I’m eating any of this crap.”

“Liar. You say you’ll stick to celery, but before we know it, you’ll be in the ranch

dip and then the tofu chili wings will go down. It’ll be slaughter, I tell you. Wholesale

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