ow many times have I told you! The number of cat litter boxes must be one more than the number of cats so that they won't start fighting! Who can tell me what the hell is contained inside the head above your neck? Is it s*** or other filthy things?!" Tim poked towards Allen's chest with his index finger, bringing his red face to Allen’s and shouting at his maximum volume.
"Sorry, sir I'm really sorry." Allen's face turned pale. He lowered his head and stared at Tim's finger fearfully. Tim's finger almost poked at him, almost. It would be very painful if he was poked by this finger, as thick as a carrot. Tim's saliva had spat on his face, but he didn't dare to wipe it off.
"I'm tired of you saying sorry!" Tim bit his teeth and restrained his furious intention to punch Allen against the wall. He turned around and pointed to the room where the Ragdoll kittens were playing. "Go mend your mistake, immediately, now!"
"Yes, sir!" LLike he had been granted amnesty, Allen slipped away alongside the wall dejectedly.
"Stop!" Tim yelled behind him.
Allen froze there, soaked in sweat, wondering what this fiend was going to talk about next.
"No mistakes again, understand?" Tim said in an unquestionable tone. Though the sentence was ended with a question mark, he wasn't asking Allen's opinion at all. "Now, get back to work!"
"Yes, sir!" Allen swallowed some saliva and plunged into the room nervously.
Tim was still very angry on the porch, His hands on his waist, he exhaled heavily and waved his fists to punch the wall so hard that the dust on the ceiling fell onto his bald head.
"Damn it!" he cursed, "I must be out of my mind that I let this brat, who can't do anything right, stay here to work for me!"
"Tim, what's wrong?" his wife Lauren extended her head from the study room and looked at him worryingly. "The doctor says that you must not lose your temper easily, it's not good for your heart. Do you forget that?"
"Sorry! Won't happen again." It was Tim's turn to say sorry now, and his voice became very soft. In front of his wife, he turned from a behemoth to a kitten.
He and his wife had been together for over two decades. They knew each other because of cats, the chemistry between them sparkled because of cats, and later they resigned from their jobs to run this cattery together. One can say that their whole lives were related to cats.
"So, what happened exactly?" she asked again.
"It's that boy Allen." He explained to his wife, "I've told him many times, and you've also told him, that there must be one extra cat litter box than the total number of cats. This is about the professional image of our cattery, and I can never allow this beginner mistake to happen, or else the clients might get a bad impression when they visit our cattery. We set hide demands on our clients, and we must maintain such high standards on ourselves in front of the clients. But this stinky boy just won't listen, he just ignores everything I say. All he cares about is playing on his cell phone and flirting with girls on the internet..."
"It's just what all the young people do nowadays." Lauren smiled tolerantly, "When he is in a true relationship, he will grow into a man."
"I wasn't like him when I was younger." Tim insisted.
Lauren made fun of him, "Yes, you were as shy as a little girl waiting for me to invite you to prom."
"Forget about those old memories." After all these years, Tim was still very shy when talking about this. He waved his hand, "Have you replied to all your emails? Go get some rest."
"Speaking of this..." Lauren waved at him, "Dear, come inside, to the study room."
"What's the matter?" Tim stood there without moving, "Can I come in later? I need to trim the lawn out there."
"You'd better come inside right now — there's something you must see for yourself." said Lauren mysteriously.