@fatsaturation
A job as a maid for a cat that can’t help but keep her hands off of the people that care for her should certainly be an interesting thing to observe. The difficulties of keeping herself from trying to get the attention she so desperately wants, having to be active enough to keep up with the demands of those that she cares for while managing to waddle around enough to properly attend to it all, and going at it day after day after day offer more than enough to make Bella’s day difficult.
Yet there she was, standing outside of the door to Deborah Briscoletti’s room, freaking out and regretting that she had picked out that job and actually attended it. Sure, she had had enough experience in working at other places to qualify for the position she got herself into, but she had never experienced what she then realized would be a rigorous schedule. There was no turning back, though, as she was sure that doing the Briscolettis wrong and letting word get out that she bailed quickly would be more than enough to bar her from most desirable jobs. Knocking on the door, Bella anxiously asked, “M-Miss Deborah? May I come in?”














