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“That’s it. No more. She needs to go. It’s either her or me.”
Drama queen was back.
“Oma loves her cat.”
“She loves me too.”
“But would she choose between you two?” We’ve all seen her bake a fish cake for Celeste only because she went to the bathroom outside instead of on our clothes. She also had her own bed she never slept in, and she had at least three scratch trees she never used.
“It’s so not fair,” Freddie wailed and threw her shoes out the back door. I guess that was one way to deal with it.
Rhett was sitting through it all with a calm face, sipping his coffee and reading the paper. I’d say he fit in just fine. Maybe I should stop worrying and accept he was there to stay.
