A, shouting from the kitchen: Your furry son is a monster!

J, from his office: I know that!

J: What did he do?

A: He's licking my lunch plate.

J, proudly: What a good little boy!

I think Squeaks is getting mixed messages.

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Squeaks was in the office with J for most of the afternoon and Fate was loving it—she just sprawled the heck out on the cat tree without any threat of encroachment. For hours.

"You're just loving it without the stinky boy in here, aren't you?" I asked.

But apparently "stinky boy" and "Squeaky Boy" sound a lot alike and I summoned him 🥴

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"Poor Aleen," you might be thinking. "She didn't have kids and completely missed the opportunity to be followed into the bathroom. She never had a small creature waiting impatiently on the other side of the door when she dared to close it."

Do not lament, friend. I have a Squeaky to fill that void.

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"Poor Aleen," you might be thinking. "She didn't have kids and completely missed the opportunity to be followed into the bathroom. She never had a small creature waiting impatiently on the other side of the door when she dared to close it."

Do not lament, friend. I have a Squeaky to fill that void.

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