I really should've named Mister, Spike.

Dec 23, 2016 13:14


He shows up half starved and hurt right before Thanksgiving and now this... Yesterday I wake up late to knock on my door. It's Jack, the guy who's supposed to inspect my house each month to make sure the person hired to help me is doing it. We talk and I sign my sheet. When he leaves I realize that behind me on my otherwise clear dinning table is a black bra full of fur and a white cat. On the floor is pair of undies covered in hair. I don't know if Jack thought I had a wild night and was tactfully ignoring the display or didn't notice it. Last month my niece wrote,  "obtain hookers and blow" on my fridge as a joke and he never noticed. This was all the cat doing though he must've done it while I was asleep or at the movies the night before. A few nights earlier I had seen the cat work open my top dresser draw and lie in it. Before that Mister stole the undies that Tara had in her crate that time he put them in the center of the floor rolled on top of them right in front of the growling dog. Very much trying to claim me all of my stuff as his while I was like no you're both wrong while trying to prevent bloodshed.
So he's scarred and white haired, by turns cocky and sweet has a thing for stealing undies if only his eyes were blue.
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