Willow’s human had lost a trial of physical strength, and now he was committed to an action of stupendous boneheadedness. He had given his word that he would marry the very next single woman he spoke to.
Willow had ensured he missed two calls from unsuitable candidates. But now he needed to put down his tools and pay attention.
She waited until the optimum moment before leaping on his broad back and sinking her claws in.
This broke his concentration just in time to take the call from a cat-loving librarian.
“Hey there Sukie. You fancy getting married Saturday?”