Chapter 336

: Blue Climax
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
United States.
Suburb of Los Angeles.
Located in a desirable position, California was a perfect destination for traveling and living, because even in winter, there was still plenty of sunshine and the weather was gentle and comfortable.
Red-faced and bald, Tim Keller was a 6’7’’ guy with broad shoulders, a solid chest and a thundering voice. He was an awe-inspiring wall by standing there and doing nothing. However, this giant, whom everyone would deem as a professional boxer, was showing his tender and gentle side.
He carefully held a kitten against his chest like it was his baby and examined its conditions as if he were an expert. This was a 2-month-old bi-color Ragdoll kitten, of which most of its fur was milky white in color, with only its face, forehead, ears and tail a light chocolate color. Its mouth and nose were as pink as the skin of a newborn baby, while its pale blue eyes were an almond shape and as clear and transparent as crystals. From the feedback of his fingers, he could tell that its muscles were flexible, and its fur was bright and smooth.

Fantastic!
Tim muttered to himself.
This Ragdoll kitten was in excellent condition, which could satisfy the client. When it was 3 months old, he could inform the client, who had been waiting so long, to come and pick it up.
He put it down and used his fan-like giant hand to pick up a tiny comb to comb through its fur. His movements were so gentle, as if he was tending to a newborn baby.
Tim Keller and his wife, Lauren, were both registered breeders under the CFA, and they were running Blue Climax the Cattery, the address of which was their home. Their cats had won several championships in tournaments, and their cattery was somewhat famous in California. Tim oversaw the daily operation of the place, while his wife was responsible for communicating with clients and other catteries.
After combing its fur, he loosened up and let it play freely inside the room.
Tim glanced at the room. There were over 10 Ragdoll kittens in total, the ages of which were 2 to 3 months old. Some of them had been reserved by clients, while the rest were still waiting for their potential owners—it was not that clients weren’t interested in them, in fact, the demands of kittens had surpassed the supplies in his cattery. It was just that he and his wife were very meticulous about the qualifications of the clients. The following clients were regarded as unqualified, including but not limited to: students, international students, unemployed persons, people at advanced ages, and people whose residences were too far away from California.
The above-referenced reasons were just part of their client selection process. Even if the emails sent by clients were not sincere enough, or there were minor grammatical errors in the bodies of the emails, or the clients’ accents sounded a little bit weird over the phone, Tim and his wife could use these as reasons to decline selling the pets. Yep, they were that capricious.
The cattery breeders in the USA were headstrong and picky, but Tim and his wife were extraordinarily fastidious when it came to select qualified clients. In their minds, if people didn’t have the ability to raise a cat long-term, for the sake of the kittens and humans, they’d better not commence on the journey at all.
Walking around the room, Tim spotted the problem very quickly. For fear of frightening the kittens, he went outside to the porch angrily, and shouted,
Allen! Allen! Get the hell over here, boy!

When he shouted the second time, a young man, whose face was full of freckles, ran to him hastily, raising his eyes to look at Tim nervously.
Yes, Sir?

Allen was half the age of Tim, and was about a head and a half shorter. Allen was so thin that he might be blown over by any strong wind. When they stood together, it was like a feather versus a heavyweight boxer.

How 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.