Pets of Park Avenue by Stefanie London EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Stefanie London
- Language: English
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Scout Myers could think of several good reasons to be on all fours with her
ass in the air, but pandering to the world’s most disagreeable cat was not one
of them. Isaac Mewton—and yes, that was his real name—was a Scottish
fold with the sweetest face you’d ever see. Unfortunately, despite the
adorable camera-ready mug, the cat had the same disposition as those
grumpy old Muppets who liked to sit on a balcony and heckle people for
And Scout loved animals. One of the best things about her job at Paws in
the City, New York’s premiere pet social media and talent agency, was
getting to be around furry critters all day long.
Isaac Mewton, however, was officially on her shit list.
“I can see something shiny back there.” His owner pointed. “We can’t
carry on without his favorite toy. He won’t sit still.”
Scout gritted her teeth and wedged her hand between the wall and a white
IKEA bookcase. Cringing, she prayed none of New York’s finest creepy
crawlies were hiding back there and wriggled her fingers.
“Come on,” she muttered. “Where are you?”
Eventually her fingertips brushed something hard and plastic. That had to
be it. How the cat had managed to bat his toy so hard it lodged itself into such
a small space was incomprehensible. Almost as incomprehensible as this
client’s expectations. Seriously, how were they supposed to turn her precious
kitty into a star if it wouldn’t even sit still for a headshot?
“Got it!” Her hand—and the toy—popped mercifully free.
“Great, now can we get on with it?” The client looked at Scout like this
was all her fault. “I have an appointment to get to.”
Paws in the City wasn’t only Scout’s workplace; it was the brainchild of
her best friend and the lifeline Scout had needed when her life couldn’t sink
any lower. She came into work every day striving to do the best job possible,
both for herself and her boss.
That meant pasting on a can-do smile, even when she wanted to launch a
cat toy at someone’s head.
“Why don’t you get him to play with it?” Scout said, handing over the hard
plastic ring, which was clear and suspended with glitter. “He might be more
receptive if it comes from you.”
The woman crouched in front of the cat and attempted to engage him with
the toy. But he immediately batted it across the room, where it slammed into
the wall and bounced onto the floor.
The photographer, who had shown a level of patience that should make her
a shoo-in for sainthood, raised an eyebrow. This was going nowhere. Isaac
Mewton sat on a velvet pouf with an artfully arranged bookshelf behind him
that Scout and the photographer had prepared for his portrait, staring down
everyone in the room like an angry king.
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