13. Cleocatra

13

Cleocatra

I t was nice hearing Dad’s voice last night.

Of course he was the one to remember the treats.

He always remembers.

I know he’s trying to apologize for letting my human take me on this trip. She’s lucky I like car rides, or this could be a lot worse.

For now, he’s forgiven.

The treats having catnip in them—unbeknownst to her—helped.

She’ll regret this in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep.

But I’ll be too high-strung to care.

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