Next morning

There were scratches at the door, and load meowing. I was in a room filled pictures of landscapes, on the wall above the bed was a huge photograph of a smiling girl a top what seemed to be a mountain, the rising sun rays reflected in her sunglasses under her hoodie. The same smiling girl had her slender arm across my chest at the same very moment. She had weak almost inaudible snores and her hair rested across her face, with a single lock in her mouth. We were still lying across the width of her bed on the covers.

I gently pushed her aside, got up and went to wash my face. The first thing that greeted me outside Lydia's bedroom door, after I had put on my pants, was a tricolor cat with hazel eyes much similar to its owner. Those big eyes looking at me questioningly, the sign was very clear. "Yes.. let's find what to feed you with." The cat seemed to understand, as it followed me to the kitchen. I saw the bowl but didn't find where the cat-food might be, again to the rescue, the cat had its palms on one of the kitchen drawers. "Salmon with chicken liver-pate? You must be some high born cat." I said as the cat devoured the contents of its bowl.

I like cats, Helena and I had a Russian blue when we were little, his name was, as befitting Russian royalty, Peter the Great. He was very loyal and caring, came comforting when we were sad, loved playing with us. One day Helena was sick, so Peter caught a bird and brought it to Helena's bed. You could almost hear my laughter under the screams of horror coming out of Helena as she discovered a beheaded bird in her bed, as Peter tried to show her it's food. True, like any cat he had to be pampered, and he had his jerk streaks, but all in all he was great. I might want to get Helena a kitten or a puppy as a "Congratulations on you going to university" gift.

"Oh.. I see the little devil likes you" came a sweet voice from behind, from a woman dressed in undies and a top, a wide grin on her face. "Don't let her fool you, she's nice now, but don't you dare pet her." the hazel eyed girl said as the cat jumped on the counter to get petted by her owner. "Coffee?" she asked with the spark in her eye, I said yes and was amused by the cat now grabbing Lydia by her arm, teeth sunk Lydia's flesh and hind legs trying to claw and scratch her forearm, while the girl herself seemed to ignore it. So maybe I should get Helena a puppy and not a cat, I thought to myself.

"I just wanted you to know, I don't usually sleep with my partners" Lydia said, her buttcheeks jiggled as she prepared scrambled eggs. "Well apart from you there was only Renee to be honest, and that's some more office gossip by the way." the slender girl continued.

So far my week was starting pretty well, got the job, got two beautiful girls to share their bed with me, well technically three, but Helena doesn't count. I wonder how I will be able to maneuver this, seeing it seems like a fairly tough choice.