Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Spencer cherished this opportunity. They didn’t stay long because they had a few scenes to shoot in the afternoon, requiring them to return to the set early for makeup, line rehearsals, and some interaction with other cast members.

As Spencer drove away with Summer, he glanced at his watch and then turned to the girl in the passenger seat. “I’m taking you somewhere first.”

“Where to?”

“To get a gift for your sister.” He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. After a moment, he spoke, “Mr. Fritz, it’s Spencer.”

“I know it’s you,” came Tom Fritz’s gentle voice. “What’s up?”

“Can’t I call you without a reason?” Spencer teased. “I just missed you, that’s all.”

As friends, Tom Fritz couldn’t help but retort, “Then you should at least call every week to check if I’m eating well and sleeping soundly.”

“No problem!” Spencer replied quickly before getting to the point. “I want to pick out a cat from your living hall for a friend. Is that okay?”Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Of course, but I’m not there today and can’t host you,” Tom Fritz replied. “Do you have to go today? Can it wait?”

“I happen to have time today and decided to drop by. I’m already on my way. Don’t worry about hosting me.”

“Alright then, I’ll call the staff there.” They chatted briefly about their recent lives before ending the call.

Spencer put down his phone and told Summer, “A friend of mine runs a cat living hall. Initially, he took in some stray cats and later introduced many breeds. Animal lovers can feed them or register for adoption. It’s not really for profit.”

“He sounds like a person with a lot of passion,” Summer said, imagining what the place might look like: spacious, clean, and staffed by gentle people.

The cats there must be very happy.

Spencer couldn’t help but talk about his friend. “He’s an only child forced to take over the family business. Every day feels like an eternity for him. Although he’s managed the company well, it’s not the life he wants. Recently, he’s been negotiating with his family to change his lifestyle.”

What kind of man is he? Summer thought of one word-excellent.

“Are you giving a cat to Agnes?” Summer turned to look at him. “Agnes has never had a cat; she has no experience.”

“As long as she likes it,” Spencer said, remembering how much his sister loved cats. Her pen name was even Bubu Loves Cat.

He added, “No one is born experienced; we all learn along the way.”

Soon after, they arrived at Tom Fritz’s cat living hall. “We’re here,” Spencer said as he got out of the car with Summer.

Having called ahead, a young girl in an apron greeted them at the door. “Hello Spencer! Here to adopt a cat?” She was excited to see her idol.

“Yes.” Spencer walked in with his arm around Summer’s shoulder.

The girl followed them inside and asked sweetly, “Do you know much about cats? Any particular breed you like?”

“I’ll just look around,” Spencer smiled as he walked further in. “I’ll go by instinct; no need for introductions.”

“Alright then, let me know if you need anything,” she said politely as one of the staff members.

“Sure.”

Summer followed closely behind Spencer, moved by the setup of the place. Each cat had its own clean and tidy little cage with some automatic toys inside.

These must be the happiest cats in the world. Mr. Fritz truly has a big heart.