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Crazy about the Cat Lady
Crazy about the Cat Lady
Crazy about the Cat Lady
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Crazy about the Cat Lady

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Hairdresser Dayla Jeffreys rents a booth at a high-end salon but needs another job to make ends meet. While scrolling through employment listings online, she stumbles upon what seems to be the perfect second job -- cat sitting. She likes cats, and they're such independent creatures, she probably only needs to change the food and scoop the litter box twice a day. It sounds like easy money.

On the phone, Ms. Meredith sounds like a Type A workaholic, too busy to take care of her own cats and eager to hire someone else to do it for her. She asks Dayla to meet her at a posh home in an ultra-rich neighborhood to go over the details of the job. Women like Ms. Meredith are way out of Dayla's league.

So she's pleased to learn Keri Meredith is an attractive, down-to-earth small business owner and cat foster mom. Keri works long hours and needs someone to check on her latest foster, a calico who's expecting kittens at any moment.

Trouble is, Dayla has no experience with birthing cats or newborn kittens. But she likes Keri, and she thinks Keri might like her, too. Do the two women have more in common than cats?
LanguageEnglish
PublisherJMS Books LLC
Release dateSep 1, 2018
ISBN9781634866897
Crazy about the Cat Lady
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J.T. Marie

J.T. Marie is a pseudonym for author J.M. Snyder, who publishes gay erotic and romantic fiction under her full name. For those curious, the initials stand for “Jeanette Thomas” and Marie is her middle name. She also writes gay young adult romance under the pseudonym J. Tomas.A graduate of George Mason University, Jeanette worked as Fantasy Editor of the school’s sci-fi and fantasy journal, The Fractal, for two years. After college, she created and maintained an online webzine, Disenchanted, to further a love of fantasy fiction. For more information on her non-gay fiction, nonfiction, and poetry, please visit her website.

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    Chapter 1

    It’s two in the morning, and Dayla Jeffreys lays on her back in bed, scrolling through part-time job listings on the Indeed app. She should really get some sleep—she has to get up in four hours if she hopes to make it to her current job on time—but for the life of her, she can’t seem to turn off the phone. As the minutes tick by, she knows she’ll hate herself in the morning, especially since the eight-to-two shift at the hair salon where she works is the slowest shift ever, but every time she gets to the end of the listings, she thinks, Just one more page, and ignores the way her eyes burn when she blinks.

    She just needs something that will give her a few more bucks, that’s all. Something to tide her over when tips are down between paychecks. Doing hair at a high-end salon downtown is all fine and good, but she only has a handful of clients and Blossom isn’t exactly the Hair Cuttery. They don’t take walk-ins.

    But her hours at the salon change every day. Sometimes she works late mornings, sometimes early afternoons. Sometimes she closes and sometimes—like tomorrow—she opens.

    So she can’t just get any old part-time gig. She needs something flexible, something that will work around her current schedule or, better yet, let her set her own hours. Which eliminates any admin or office job—all those seem to want someone first thing in the morning, and she has a hard enough time getting up when she has to open as it is. If she suddenly couldn’t open because she had another job to do, her bosses might not be too happy about that. And as much as a few extra dollars here and there would be a nice help with the bills, doing hair is her first love. Styling, cutting, dyeing, highlighting…she loves it all. And she doesn’t want to give it up for a crappy position somewhere pulling down minimum wage.

    She keeps scrolling through the listings, rejecting most without bothering to read the job description. She passes on the office jobs, and on the retail ones, too—she stands on her feet enough as it is, thank you very much. And she’s tired of seeing the sponsored ads for Lyft or Uber at the top of every page. Her car’s a piece of shit and she’s still paying off the tires she had to buy two months back—retreads, at that—and there’s no way she’d taxi people around for a few measly bucks. Knowing her luck, all the calls would come in after she’s already in bed.

    Like I am now. She should really get some sleep.

    One more page.

    Not that she’s expecting to find much of anything at this point. She’s gone through fifteen pages, each with twenty listings apiece, and every time she clicks on the Load More button, her chances of finding something she wants to apply for that also pays more than a pittance grow slimmer. Maybe if she narrows it down a bit—she only put part-time in the search field—but part of the problem is she doesn’t really know what she’s looking for. Her contract with Blossom prevents her from taking a hairdresser position somewhere else as long as she’s with them, and she doesn’t really have many skills other than hair and makeup. Maybe she can find a job giving out wine or food samples. She’s seen people doing that at the store…

    Just as she’s about to press her luck and load the next page, one of the listings catches her eye. The position just says sitter, which is ambiguous and could mean anything. Babysitter? Dayla doesn’t really like kids, so that’s out. Pet sitter? She’s scared of dogs. And birds. And she’s allergic to rabbits. So that’s probably out, too. Maybe someone needs a seat filler, an actual sit-ter, which might be cool if she lived in Hollywood or somewhere they had awards shows, but here in Richmond, Virginia, she can’t imagine why anyone would want to pay her to sit in a seat.

    People used to sit up with

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