I returned from Canada to discover that a certain significant other, charged merely with "keeping the cat alive," had gone above and beyond the call of duty. My apartment looks like a catalog for cat toys. I've been told petting was involved.
See why I love him?
Vancouver was lovely, if wet. We went during an odd, rainy time when the ski season is winding down (not that my two companions ski) and the beach - yes, those lucky bastards have both a ski mountain AND a beach) is not yet open. But there was still plenty to see and do. More on that later, eh?
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I've been told petting was involved.
Petting? Did someone call the police? Oh, you mean the cat...
As a Vancouverite I feel it is my duty to inform you that there was nothing odd about coming here when it was rainy. Vancouver is, I hate to say, almost always rainy.
Welcome back! I'm glad you've quit being in Canada. Although it sounds like a lovely time.
My gentleman-caller has never gone to so much trouble for my cats! I am v. impressed with Mr. Wufflekins.
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