I’m curled up taking my nap when Salem paws me awake. I narrow my eyes and pause for a second before I decide whether or not to kill him now or after I finish resting and have more energy.
“Hey,” he pokes me again, “why is our little human crying?”
I lift my head a little, “Oh that. He has a horrible disease.”
“No kidding?” His eyes get wide and he stares at the small human slumped over the kitchen table sobbing uncontrollably. He steps back a little, “I hope it’s not contagious. What does he have?”
“It’s called Algebra.”
Awww. So sad. I can relate to your small human.
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Yep, I’m just glad I don’t have it!!
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Oh that is a horrible disease. One for which the only cure is living through it until you can dodge it in future years.
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I’m so glad cats don’t get that. We have enough problems with fleas.
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thanks so much.
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