Salem looks at me smugly and says, “I just finished eating and I feel quite farctate. I mean, I know you think I’m churlish but I think you’re a philodox and I have hypermnesia anyway, so there.”

I stare at him blankly, “Word a day calendar, huh?”

“Yep, I’m a week behind.”

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      1. That happens, too. Salem gives it to my human good when she tells him to get off the kitchen counter. I think his bitching really translates well because she seems to fully understand his back talk.


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