When my husband and I were on our honeymoon, we stayed at a lovely B&B that had a large family of housecats, one of whom, named Number 4, decided to adopt us for the weekend. He followed us around on our walks, and then later snuck into our room and ungracefully wedged himself between us as we were trying to sleep.
Note: My thought bubble should be read with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for children on Christmas morning. My husband's thought bubble should be read with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for seeing a small child approach one's computer keyboard with a glass of juice and a sense of mischievous curiosity.
Note: My thought bubble should be read with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for children on Christmas morning. My husband's thought bubble should be read with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for seeing a small child approach one's computer keyboard with a glass of juice and a sense of mischievous curiosity.
Number 4's meow should be read with the confusion of a cat who put himself in an unflattering situation and then wonders why he's there.
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