Some things in this life are truly a mystery.
Our cat Molly is annoying. She wakes me up early in the morning scratching on the door. She leaves white fur on my black stockings. She leaves half-eaten rats on the carpet for innocent people to step on. She stares at me in the bath. She doesn't eat cockroaches.
And she never lifts a finger around the house.
But my flatmates reward her constantly with physical affection. Even though I have just done the dishes, taken out the rubbish, and have very tight shoulders.
So no, Molly and I do not always "gel".
And yet, for some unfathomable reason...
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