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Chapter 12 by Bookmite Bookmite

How does he deal with this?

Time to make a phone call

"Hello and good morning! How may I help you today?" the woman at the other end of the line asked cheerfully, making Justin groan slightly.

"Hi, my name is Justin Meyer, I called the other day," he started being cut off by the overly-peppy woman.

"Oh! You're the one looking after our lionesses!" she chimed, "How are they? Have they broken anything yet, because we'll gladly refund you for any damage and-!"

"There's another box here! It just arrived this morning! Now, can you either shut up and listen to me, or hand me over to someone who can help?!" Justin exploded, yelling far louder than he had intended as the woman gave a small squeak, followed by a brief silence before a familiar voice came down the line.

"Another box?" the man asked; his voice solemn.

"Yeah," Justin sighed, the scathing sarcasm in his voice echoing slightly down the line, "The label that was so kindly attached to this one reads 'African Wild Cat'. So now I want you to explain exactly why there is an African Wild Cat in my living room."

"I have no idea," the man answered plainly, apparently oblivious to Justin's situation, "She isn't even supposed to be in the country for another eight or nine months, we haven't even started building her enclosure yet."

Justin stared at the blank wall just in front of him, his mind buzzing as he cursed everything he could think of that may have brought this fate upon him, "Let me guess..."

"Higher-ups will want you to look after her till we can get a place sorted," the man said, sounding surprisingly pleased with himself, "Whew, glad that crisis is averted!"

"I have two female anthro lionesses living with me currently," Justin hissed down the line, "And now you want me to introduce another female anthro, that isn't even the same species, just as I've managed to gain their trust and cooperation?"

"Uh..." the man paused before he spoke hurriedly, slamming down the phone before Justin could answer, "Yeah, good luck with that, bye!"

"Oh for the love of...triple crap!" He screamed at the ceiling, waking both sleeping felines upstairs.

What's next?

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