The weirdest damned thing happened this morning. I decided to call out of work to go to the doctor today, so I got up briefly to text my boss at 6am. When I laid back down, my wife's cat came into my studio (he's not allowed in here and knows it,) put his front paws on my futon bumped and my nose while he lightly purred, and then he curled up on the floor.
After 4 dogs in my life, some hamsters as a kid, and about 2 dozen fish things in a way too expensive fish tank, I was already done being a pet owner when my wife got her cat. In the last 17 years this cat has never shown any interest in me at all, he is 100% my wife's cat, so this behavior of checking on me is strange AF. He always keeps tabs on the wife and kid, but I'm just here to get him food when they're gone.
Three joints into the day and my gut isn't completely tearing me apart, hopefully the doc gets me patched up this afternoon.
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