Little Ball of Fur


“Raider!” I scolded my new cat for walking across my keyboard. I picked him up and one-handed fixed his little walk-on role in my screenplay. “Sometimes I wonder why I rescued you from the pound.”

“Meow,” was all Raider had to say, and promptly started washing his furry butt. I felt him start up his motor and all was forgiven.

“Okay, okay, cute card always wins,” I laugh as he snuggled into the crook of my arm. As Raider closes his eyes, I try to remember life a few short weeks before I brought him home and saw how lonely and depressed I was. I slowly realize how this little ball of fluff is the best $45 I ever spent.

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