Feed The Kitty!

It was by mere chance that Tommy ran into some old classmates from high school. They were, by then, all in their 30s. He remembered back in those days how Gabby and Troy couldn't keep their hands off each other-- he had a feeling Troy didn't have to wait for prom for sex.

Wishing to catch up on the past, he invited them to a fine Italian restaurant. Tommy brought Ana, his wife of five years, with him for the double date. He wondered if the flame still burned between them, or if age had tempered their passion.

It all began as a pretty typical evening. Tommy introduced his wife to them, and they exchanged pleasantries. Everyone shared updates on how their lives had changed since high school. The two lovebirds had gotten married soon after graduation. They were all working jobs they enjoyed, but neither couple had started a family yet.

The two couples sat across from each other at a four-person table.

During a pause in the conversation, Gabby turned to her husband. "Oh, honey. We forgot to give the cat sitter the special instructions," she told him.

"I'm pretty sure we fed the kitty before we left," he insisted.

"Oh, is your kitty on a special diet?" Ana asked, concerned.

"Yeah, an all-meat one," Troy quipped.

This earned him an unseen kick to the shin from under the table. Gabby smiled pleasantly, pretending she didn't hear her husband's comment.

"Oh, she is fine. She just gets grumpy if she is not feed. Come on, honey. There is a quiet area by the bathrooms," Gabby said, dragging him out of the seat.

"You both need to go?" Ana said, puzzled.

"Oh, yeah. Just in case I forget to mention something. He can fill me in," Gabby lied, poorly.

"Yes, I'm good at plugging holes," Troy added.

Ana was utterly oblivious to all of these double meanings.

Gabby squeezed his hand in hers, not happy with his commentary. They disappeared around a corner, leading to the women's bathroom.

"They must really love their cat," Ana said, cluelessly.

"Sweetheart, I don't thi--" Tommy began.

"Would you like to order?" a waitress asked them.

"Oh, no. That's Ok. We will just wait for our friends to come back," Ana answered, appreciatively.

"Alright. Just let me know when you are ready." The waitress smiled and left.

"Sweetheart, we should just order," Tommy suggested.

"Nonsense. That would be rude," she lightly scolded him.

"But--" he said.

"Just wait. I'm sure they will be back in a minute," she assured him.

The waitress swung by three more times to check on them.

Ana politely sent her away each time. But then, Ana's stomach was starting to grumble. She looked at the time on her iPhone. "They've been gone for fifteen minutes," she complained.

"We should just ord--" he started again.

"I'm going over there to see what is taking them so long," she said, determined.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Tommy advised.

She ignored her husband's warning and quickly headed to the bathroom area.

This time, Tommy was the one left waiting. Ana returned five minutes later with a look disturbed look on her face.

"Well...?" Tommy asked, already knowing the answer.

"They were in the bathroom fucking like animals," she said, stunned. She sat back down next to her husband. She kept saying,"FEED. THE. KITTY."

"You were gone for five minutes," he pointed out.

She looked at him sternly. "Well, if they didn't want people to spy on them, they shouldn't be fucking in a restaurant bathroom," she justified.

He chuckled. His wife always found new ways to surprise him. "Should we leave then?" he asked seriously.

"What? NO! I'm starving!" she said, fed up. She made a loud whistle call to get the waitress's attention.

The waitress hurried over. "Didn't you want to wait for your friends?" she wondered.

"No, we waited long enough," Ana said, annoyed.

"I think Gabby is already being fed..." Tommy remarked. "OWW! My ankle!" he cried out, in sudden pain.

"Are you OK, sir?" the waitress worried.

He bent down to rub his ankle. "Fine. Fine. Just hit my foot on a table leg," he lied.

The waitress simply accepted this and took their orders.

When the waitress left, his wife spoke through gritted teeth. "Don't embarrass me. I like this restaurant and want to be able to show my face here again."

Gabby and Troy returned a few minutes later. Their clothes looked wrinkled, and Grabby wore a freshly fucked hairstyle.

"I hope you don't mind, but we ordered without you," Ana said, unapologetically.

"Oh, that's fine," Gabby said, understanding.

"So did the feeding go OK with the kitty?" Tommy asked.

"Oh, yeah. That pussy got stuffed," Troy replied.

Gabby's leg made a sudden movement beneath the table. She grunted in frustration as she missed her target. Troy had been ready this time.

Afterward, everything returned to normal. They ate, talked, and agreed to meet up again.

As they were saying their goodbyes, Ana said, slyly, "We've got to get home as well to feed the kitty."

"Oh, why didn't you say you had a cat when I brought it up?" Gabby asked, confused.

Ana gave her a devious grin, "We don't."