Clair is a brilliant nineteen-year-old disowned for being gay...Clair's father found his Chrome search history. Now Clair is homeless, living in his car and dreaming about making use of his Harvard acceptance letter, or ungaying himself to make his life easier. His only friend is his cat Linus. In an emergency, Clair has no choice but to take Linus to Blake Jorgensen, the rage-filled veterinarian everybody warned him about.Blake is an ultra-successful veterinarian with a lonely heart and a dirty mouth...Everybody knows: Blake Jorgensen isn't a nice guy. His clinic is called Pussy-Hound, and the building looks more like a strip club than a vet's office. Blake rains profanities on clients who don't take proper care of their animals, his office music is Marilyn Manson, and his assistant is a nervous handlebar-mustachioed dude named Catsmeat. But mostly, Blake is profoundly lonely. He knows that no man in Amelia Island would put up with a boyfriend who works fifteen-hour days and is singularly devoted to helping animals.Clair and Blake's first meeting is a mess. Blake dresses down Clair, while Clair worries about what a guy named Catsmeat will do to Linus. But Blake is the only person willing to help not only Linus recover from tularemia, but Clair recover from his loneliness and uncertainty. Clair can't stop admiring Blake's ripped body, his professional dedication, and his wacky humor -- while Blake is in love with a lanky young man who's smart, wise, caring, and handsome way beyond his nineteen years. Blake offers Clair a room at his beachfront mansion, with absolutely no obligations. Clair assumes Blake expects a little something-something, but Blake pushes him away. If Clair can't accept Blake's secret, he and Blake might remain nothing more than housemates.Meow is a gay romantic comedy with a feel-good HEA, copious breath mints, a profanity-activated feeder, lots of laughs, and a whiny cat named Paul Lynde. No cliffhanger, no cheating, and no sad kitties.