Love is difficult to return

Summary

I was on my way to the pet shop in the pouring rain to pick up my cat.

That's when I saw her. My girlfriend, who always claimed to hate cats, was cradling a Ragdoll in her arms.

Standing next to her, holding an umbrella over them both, was her long-lost first love.

They were cooing at the cat, their fingers brushing against each other.

Neither of them made a move to pull away.

I reached into my pocket and felt the crumpled pet grooming coupon I’d forgotten to use.

I pulled it out and saw i