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I am a short-legged cat. I live with my big brother Minou and an overly attentive human. This is my story. Today is Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Bros before... well, you know

Jul17

After living with Mom for more than six years, I've come to the conclusion that DUDES RULE and MOM DROOLS. To demonstrate my new machismo, I've decided to become a lap cat — but only for Special Gentleman Friend. I just love him so very much.

In the morning, he wakes up and makes coffee. Then he reads a book on the leather chair that Minou loves to scratch. I join him, either snuggling on his lap or perching behind him.

When he comes home, he sits in the same chair and occasionally has a beer. Like him, I follow my morning pattern.

Tonight, Mom called me over to the couch. "Milo," she sang. "Milo, come here for a picture!"

I refused. Minou, too, preferred to hang out with SGF. You know why?

I got a man! (What's your man got to do with me? — ed.)



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