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Hi there, Cookie’s person. This is Oliver’s person.
Maybe it’s the wine, but I find myself giggling.
Hi there, Oliver’s person. This is Cookie’s person typing.
I have a very important question for you, Cookie’s person. I’m dying to know. Do you ever wonder about me?
All the time, Oliver’s person, I think.
You know what they say about forbidden fruit,I type, biting my lip.
Same,he types.Ok, you can put Cookie back on now. I just wanted to tell you that I liked your tattoo. Bye.
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Oliver?I type cautiously.
I’m back, Cookie. Thanks for letting me talk to yourhuman.
Maybe you tell your human that I’d like to know a little bit more about him? I think he’s got a bit of an unfair advantage now that he’s seen that my human’s an actual girl.
My human isn’t what you’d expect.
Are we talkingBeauty and the Beastugly?
Heavens no! He’s just not someone you’d expect to have adopted an old, crochety cat like me. But it just goes to show you.
You can’t judge a book by its cover?I guess.
Humans are complicated.
They sure are, Furball.
Good thing we’re not humans, Cookie.
Birds of a feather, Ol.
We’re a little more warm-blooded than that.
How am I going to manage without you when this challenge is over?I ask, stifling a yawn.Also, Furball, I have to confess that right now, I’m about three sheets to the wind.
And yet you manage to amuse me so,Oliver says.
Same,I admit.
I propose that when the challenge is over, we throw caution to the wind,he says.
You aren’t afraid that curiosity will kill the cat?
Are you telling me to let sleeping dogs lie? Shall I go lick my brokenhearted wounds?
No, I’m in. In for a penny, in for a pound.
