... this thing. This thing here that's attached herself to me. Well, she did until her mommy came home anyway. Then I wasn't good for anything...
But that's Jeannie. She's a fair-weather friend.
She demanded I pet her and scratch her... at her whim. And she whimmed all the time.
I would've said no but her little feet were so darn cute.
So was her profile. Cute, cute, cute.
That dopey look she got on her face when she jumped into my lap was not so cute...
And the way she sat right on my computer was not so cute, either.
But we did bond. Me and my fair-weather friend.
Liz is home now and Jeannie's nowhere to be seen. And all is right with the world.