The accountant rolled the fluff off her needlepoint. It was not psychosomatic that her cat would secretly lay directly on top, making a mess. Miss Claws resented time spent on work, and hobbies. She pounced on the cd player to cancel the reggae music and still, her owner spent time dancing around humming when she could be petting her.
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The Bag Lady 