A Non-Newtonian Fluid (maddening) wrote,
A Non-Newtonian Fluid

Check out my cat.
My cat with the horrible name.
My sister's fault.
She named him, then moved.
He somehow became mine. Not my choice. He just picked me. Not a hard choice.
I let him sleep in my bed, I indulge him when he's feeling very needy, I talk back to him and play with him and pet him when my hands are otherwise idle.

My reward is him drooling on me in the wee hours. and a little bit of warmth in an otherwise cold bed.
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