Maybe, possibly, Mari was being a little bit extra.
But just a little.
The newly named Mercury needed a scratching post, and instead of buying one at the store, it was Mari’s bright idea to build it herself. Nevermind the fact that strictly speaking, her strengths lay more on the inner working parts of a vehicle than on making an initially wodden structure that a black kitten would like.
More supplies rested in the backseat of her dark red pickup, and it was on this journey that led the mechanic to the hardware store to pick up some wood. A baseball cap was shoved on top of short, gentle curls, a slight jingle emanating from the woman’s keys in her hand while she tapped them against her lip. She squatted near the wood she was looking at in dark jeans, eventually sending eyes up at a passerby. “Hey, you! Does this look like something sturdy enough for a kitten that barely weights a couple of pounds?”
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