Sometimes, when I’m walking up stairs during the workday, there is a moment of judgment from a certain feline looking down over everything. As I make my way up the stairs, the ears await.
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No matter the situation, that pair of ears, and the cat connected to them, is not going to relocate. I must step over him and endure his glares of interruption.
After I have completed my workday, Truman comes downstairs and hangs out in the main parts of the house. Once in a while he’ll get situated in his cat tree, observe the dogs, and take a bath.
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