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Shawn

Sometimes, people do annoying things in my home. Sometimes people forget to take off their shoes or leave the toilet seat up for me.
Others try things like mind-control.

Shawn was over the other day. He is not so fond of my cat and bird. But I guess since he is my house, he is going to make the best of it.
Misty, kill that bird and other morbid things come out of his mouth. I tell him my cat is too dumb to listen and secretly pray she is. She has only jumped for the bird once and that was on the first day of the all-day outings.
And Misty really is stupid. She keeps jumping on Shawn. She does not get he is doing everything in his power to tolerate her. Her insistence would be amusing, but Shawn just keeps programming my cat. Eat, rip, die, tear.

It is a loud flurry of sound and wings when Misty catches the bird out of the air suddenly.
Luckily, the bird is still smarter and escapes, shaken.
This is so not funny, I think as I turn to look at Shawn.
And the guy is wearing the cockiest grin.
Misty was suddenly at his feet, looking up at him.

It did not get creepy until he told Misty to go play with her ball and she did.
I could not help smiling when Misty caught the bird again briefly this morning.

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