There are many lovely things about working from home, especially when it rains twenty days in a row. You’re warm and dry, and the coffee is always good.
But most wonderfully, every time you sit down and open your laptop, warm things come out of nowhere and get all snuggly-like.
When you’re away, the cat howls at the ceiling like a wolf. Hours and hours he’ll go on like that. I don’t know how to make him stop.
“Jack,” I’ll say. “Jack Jack.” I’ll check the food and the water. I’ll pet his glorious dark ruff, pull the tail that looks like a duster until [...]
We’d both agreed, before going to the creepy wood-paneled house with six cat cages, twenty humans, three dogs and four kittens in the living room that we would only take a cat home if it was the perfect second cat. I was pushing for an elderly, marmalade-colored female.
Pipsqueak, or, name TBD
“So . . . what [...]
We were just sitting around the living room, staring into computer screens and absently eating from aluminum take-out boxes — in short: minding our own business — when the cat brushed his tail into a candle and promptly burst into flames.
“Jack’s on fire!” Jurvis shouted.
I sat on the couch, a forkful of drunken noodles frozen [...]
omg.