no, we're not sick of the cat yet
and so it came that the Cat Izzy, 72 hours into his occupation of fairmount ave, became the ruler of the household, ruling with an (fat) iron paw, daclaring that the residents, his faithful would rise at 5 am, rather than the scheduled 6:45. i'm tired. i threw him into the bathroom with his litter box and food, whereupon he meowed for nearly an hour before curling up in the bath tub and calling it quits. also, he constantly wags his tail, like a dog, it's really funny.
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