A few months ago, I was in the parking lot sending a good friend on her way after a fun-filled weekend visit. "Drive safely." "Thanks for coming." "Thanks for having me." "It's always so good to see you." "Call me to let me know you got home sa-" Our sentiments were stopped abruptly, as our jaws simultaneously dropped. After a few minutes in silent stupor, we looked at each other in disbelief. "Did that just happen?" I asked.
Finding assurance in each other's witness, we were sure we had just witnessed a 25 year old beauty from a yoga commercial come down the stairs, cereal bowl in hand, and her Fancy Feast Persian at her heels. "Go potty", she sweetly directed at the fur ball. The cat pranced over to an area of grass and took care of business. Kissy sound, and that cat followed it's leading lady up the stairs and into what I can only assume is one picture-perfect living space.
I started to doubt my sanity after months of not seeing this unbelievable pair, but then yesterday- there they were. This time she had a coffee cup in hand.
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