-Papa,
what in the hell was that thing?
-What
thing?
-That
. . . I don’t know . . . orange furry ball of something that just ran by. Jumped
off the chair then bolted down the hall. Terrifying! Didn’t you see it?
-That?
Oh, yeah. That’s Gatsby. Our cat.
-Wait.
That thing, that cat, runs around . . . free . . . in our house? And you don’t care? Does Mummy know about this?
-No,
we don’t care at all. And yes, Mummy does know. There are two of them, actually. Muriel and Gatsby have
lived here a long, long time. We love them, too, you know.
-Okay,
seriously? There are two of them?
-Yup.
-Well,
Papa. I must say: this is unexpected, and it’s gonna take a little getting used
to, frankly.
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