He burst through the door, annoyed by something. We’d been together long enough for me to know that he would respond to my raised eyebrows with the cause of his frustration. He began to tell me that his usual evening dog walk was being ruined by the cat meeting him half way round the route and following both him and the dog for the rest of the walk.
‘It’s happening every night! The neighbours must think I’m some sort of idiot, taking a Shih Tzu and a Siamese out for a walk each night!’
I turned away before I smirked.
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