“Gideon, don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” He was all pretend innocence. “I know perfectly well how many empty bedrooms we have.” “Butterscotch can share,” he wheedled. “He ignores his cat tree these days anyway.” Gideon’s cranky cat had surprised all of us by taking to Jim like he’d been waiting his whole feline life for a best friend. Now he spent most of his days napping with her on her various dog beds, saving up energy to terrorize us at night with a new level of playfulness. He was like a new cat, which was only fitting since I spent a lot of time feeling like a new human myself.
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