She won’t be happy


Whenever we take a trip, this one always gives me the brush-off upon our return. Like she’s telling me, “You know I hate it when you do that.” We’ll only be gone for a shade over 48 hours. And Aunt Laurel, the world’s greatest cat sitter, will be checking in on them. Still, she’ll resent me for it. But only for about five minutes.

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  1. Little Miss Maggie was actually (somewhat) happy to see me! I always feel somewhat victorious when she graces me with the opportunity to scratch the top of her head and under her chin.

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