Filene

Tony was a wildcat, starving for attention. He’d managed to get away from the first chubby feline and their litter, and now here he was, sidelined again by his and Gina’s kitten. Would it never end? Tony had needs, and Gina was always too tired.  He knew what he wanted, and he wanted it  ME-now.

The exotic cat at the shop was hot to purr and had sniffed him.   

What would it hurt? A little action on the side, no one had to be the wiser. He’d had trouble concentrating lately. Tony knew that Filene was a clawer.  She’d sleep her way to the top. But he was feeling frisky that morning. They hooked up in the back of the warehouse behind a tall stack of steel panels. Did the deed and then went back to work. Soon after It became a habit, every day at noon, after the others had left for lunch, although that little vixen, Filene, hadn’t told him about her other boyfriend, Jimmy.  Tony first saw Jimmy at the company Christmas party, and Jimmy was looking for a cat fight. Somehow, Jimmy had found out that Tony and Filene were hot and heavy, and Jimmy was going to teach Tony a lesson about what they filled those mahalo trash cans with here in Hawaii.  There was a scuffle between the two tomcats, and Tony came out the loser. They’d had to cut short the party that night. Tony had fallen during the catfight and broken a leg. After that, he steered clear of Filene.