I will never understand why The Boys (aka, my two cats, Benld, left and Josie, right) insist on sitting on my lap when it's hotter than Hades in my apartment. They're wearing fur coats and still they want to cuddle. They want to sleep right next to me. They want to quite literally be exactly where I am. It makes me feel special. And hot.
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How's Josie's moonlighting going?
I hope the tips are good.
Is it wrong that I'm forcing Josie to share her tips with me?
No, how would she get back into the apartment without you?
You provide her a valuable service, you should be compensated.
That's exactly what I was thinking. Now if only I could teach her to cook...
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