“How was Lucille Pawl last night?” “I’ve renamed her Lucy Fur since you like atrocious names so much. She’s named after her father… Lucifer.” “Do not call my cat Lucifer!” “I’m not. It’s Lucy… Fur. Like cat fur. I woke up with Lucy Fur sitting in the doorway of my bedroom staring at me. And when I went to pass her to use the bathroom, she sprang up and bit me on the knee. I have fang marks in my knee. I’m afraid the only way they’ll heal is for you to kiss it.” “She must have been scared.” “Of what? Her own inability to find happiness?” I ask. “I found her when she was like three weeks old. I
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