when I heard those word from your mom, I froze. She must know something.
And then I realize that it could be just another story, after all, fluffy is loved no matter how many times he choose our kitchen as a place to mark.
I was in the living room looking through the window and I saw Garfield coming downstairs. he froze too. I am not saying that he understand Spanish, but something in the tone of your mom's voice, make him stop, rethink his next move and in a wise move went silently to the second floor.
Half an hour later I saw him running to the basement so I guess he cannot hold his needs anymore.
Your mother continue the whole afternoon talking to Fluffy. A few times her voice was as sweet as when she was my girlfriend. Other times she used a different tone of voice that scare our noble and canine friend. I heard she says something but this time I have not a clue if the remark was to me or to fluffy so I decide to go quietly to the computer room.
I think fluffy was also confused because he came with me trying not to make any noise but his long nails ruins our escape.
We are living in half an hour. I used to feel bad for Fluffy because he stays alone.
I wonder if he feels bad for me because I cannot refuse to go.
It is just Saturday. I miss my work.
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