Other than the regular alien abduction and prerequisite probing, day three of house/pet-sitting for Heather brought no surprises. No cats disappeared, no birds flew away, no FBI agent knocked on the door, no two-foot wide tarantula crawled out from the fireplace, and no neighbor came over to “borrow a cup of sugar” from this virile and available young man. (Insert vomit here.) None of that happened this time.
For the short time that Gordon and Theo were actually at the house, they did what cats do best.
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Thanks again for watching my house. Everything looked alive, clean & perfect. My boys are precious to me and I’m glad they enjoyed your visit, even if they slept through it.
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My pleasure. Glad I could help out. Your boys are easy to take care of. Took me a while to get used to Gordon sleeping on my chest staring at my face, though, but after a while I just got used to him. And just so everyone else is clear, Gordon is a cat. One morning I woke up with Gordon sleeping behind my knees and Theo sleeping by my stomach. They turned me into an “S” shape. And again, everybody, Theo is also a cat.