After his breakup with Roger, Andrew’s best friend Sandy thinks the perfect thing to cheer him up is a new cat, Princess Cocoa Puff. Andrew is skeptical, even more so when the cat keeps breaking out and ending up in the home of his hot neighbor Darren.
The cat was a scrawny, scraggly thing, more fur than flesh, and possessing a terrible yowl. It was brown and white with thick, fluffy hair that seemed too short in spots, like someone had taken a bite out of the thing’s fur at odd intervals. It let out another ear-piercing yowl, showing off two rows of very impressive teeth. Andrew eyed the cat from across the room, half-afraid of getting bitten if he came too close.
“What is that thing?”
READ MORE“It’s a cat,” Sandy said. She cradled it against her chest and scratched under its chin, effectively shutting off the distressed sounds the cat was making and shifting the yowl to something much more pleasant. It seemed happy with the affection, if the slow increase in volume of its guttural meows was any indication. The meowing, at least, wasn’t as discordant as the yowling.
“I can see that. Why is it here?”
Sandy grinned in the way that never meant anything good. “Because it’s your cat.”
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