My cat, an orange tabby, starts to meow when he hears my car in the garage - so says my mom. Let's see - that means the sun rises and sets on when I come and go.
When I go upstairs, he follows me. When I go downstairs, down the stairs he goes. When I crawl in to bed after I've had breakfast, to read the bible and meditate, he crawls in with me and falls asleep.
When I go to the bathroom, he gets excited waiting for me to play with the toy that brushes under the space under the door while I'm in there with the door shut.
I keep him fed and watered and keep his litter box supplied and clean. I brush his fur. I play with him regularly.
I am his world. To him, I am quite flawless. If only.
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