He sat on my lap and purred like good cats do, and for some
odd reason Max didn’t attack.
I told Tom there was a chance I would have to be away from
him for a while, but that he shouldn’t worry, because I’ll make sure he is well
taken care of.
“Mac, you silly human, I read your blog and your medical
chart. You have no secrets from me.” He purred sweetly and butted my chin,
nearly knocking me out. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. I’m such a lovable
cat that you’ll have people begging you to let them take care of me. It’s Max I
worry about. Who in their right mind would want to come take care of that
dastardly cat?”
I really hadn’t thought about that side of the equation.
But fortunately, Tom had a plan. We’ll be implementing it
soon.
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