Stupid, stupid cat. Stupid, stupid her for being so short with it... He was just a cat and wanted to love her... She was unlovable... Or so she felt. Would Castamere ever forgive her? Fortunately for Addyson - she was his favourite human so all would be forgiven. She sighed. Don't be an idiot. He was just a cat. Why did she care so much? Had the cat managed to worm its way into her heart after all these months?

.................................................. .........................Maybe

Addyson sighed again, hanging her head momentarily, before setting herself at the task at hand. Helping to remove all these weeds.

She continued pulling weeds, oblivious to all happening around her. Seconds turned into minutes and her pile of weeds slowly began to grew. This activity was surprisingly rather therapeutic. She'd have to remember this for future years when she would be frustrated by things... and people.

Her arms were starting to get sore when she heard a voice asking if she needed some help. She didn't even bother a glance behind her. "Perfect timing. My hands were just becoming tingly." She sat back to look at the older American boy before glancing at her grass stained hands. She wiggled her fingers and some dirt fell off but not enough so she clapped her hands together to remove some of the dirt build up. "Say, have you seen a cat around here?"