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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