Lately, the cat’s been bothering me. He’s a tuxedo cat,
about four years old, friendly and cute—qualities that can get to be quite
bothersome. Consider this, for example: Every day, I’ll come home from work
around 5 p.m. and he’ll give me the warmest welcome, rubbing himself against my
legs, following me around, waiting to be picked up so he can nuzzle his nose in
my hair. It’s just too much for someone to have to endure on a daily basis, but
here I am quietly putting up with this affection day in and day out with no
respite in sight.
Happy times are behind us.
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