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Castle in the bar. Unlike his mun, he is not suffering from a violent stomach flu, and has not been going to bed every night at 8:30.
So he's just draped over his usual couch, playing with Zeke the cat. Bother at will.
So he's just draped over his usual couch, playing with Zeke the cat. Bother at will.
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Scampi purrs and starts playing with Zeke.
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Scampi begins to chew on Lee's sleeve.
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Lee sighs and resigns himself to being cat food.
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"Sorry Lee. He's going through a funny phase. Did he damage your shirt?"
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"Nah, just got it a bit wet. I don't mind."
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"Sorry. He's eaten his way through three socks, a pair of tights, a wordsearch book and a tube of toothpaste. I can't decide whether he's doing it on purpose or not."
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"He's big enough already. You'd never have known he could fit in the palm of my hand when I got him."
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"Thanks. He's still a little runty, but I think he always was. It makes him fast."
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He obediently scritches Zeke.
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