Nu. "Why?," he pauses with his back to me, shoulders slumped, realizing he was myopic and had made a slip. Anticipating that after all of these years, it was the last piece of 'proof' I probably really needed. Still turned away from me, he halfway turns his head towards me quizzically tilting his head slightly to the left, over his left shoulder, "What'd we used to call it?" "Nummy-Nummy." "Oh...that's right. ...Nummy-Nummy." When we were still together we had three cats total. But one was special needs. Because of Princess Bitchface. It was her fault an entire litter of six newly-born kits almost died back in 2014 but their mother conveniently didn't believe me and gave his little sister two kits from that same litter. She abandoned both young cats eventually at her former roommate's. Her roommate ended up adopting the black one exclusively. Princess Bitchface ended up moving back in with her minion of a r...
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