“I’m getting that look again, aren’t I?” Sarah asked,
shutting the back door after letting the cat in.
Damn straight you are.
I’m a mess, do you see? It’s raining outside. I’m a messy cat now. A dirty
kitty.
“You’re a mess! Ha, I certainly don’t envy you, boy,” she
walked into the kitchen.
Of course you don’t
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