It appears that my new charge has a tendency of finding very strange things and hiding them behind his litter box. First it was a silver fork, then a small stuffed animal that might've once been a turtle, and now I've uncovered what looks like a battered copy of a Harlequin novel.
Either someone is sneaking into my apartment and leaving some
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No, no, see:
Secretly, when you're gone, your cat snuggles up in your bed with a plate of fish (hence the fork), a harlequin novel, and its favorite snuggly toy. Just for some R'nR after bein' cute and fuzzy all day.
You just always come in, and he has to rush to hide all the evidence.
..or you know, your cat could just like batting things around, and that's where they always end up getting stuck.
I could be anthropomorphizing him. A little.
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And he's still nameless. Bah!
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*snort* I guess you really could name him after me if you're that strapped for ideas.
I'm sort of fond of namin' my stuff after Shakespeare's works.. but that's just me.
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Shakespeare, eh? I'm not as well-versed in the Bard as I'd like to be. If you could think up anything suitable for him, I'd be much obliged.
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And considering I get in fistfights every other day and have been known to witness gang wars without flinching, I have no right to say anybody else's mind is too bloody.
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.. I think maybe we've been watching to many horror flicks.
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