No-chemistry man just sent an email offering to take in the cat while I'm gone this summer.
What to do, what to do?
On one hand would like to keep as much distance as possible between us, on the other, I've exhausted all possible cat-sitting resources. If not no-chemistry man, then it's the weird pot smoking guy in the basement dungeon.
Can I really relegate my little guy to the equivalent of a basement hot-box for two months just so I can avoid potentially awkward social entanglements?
And, uh, does it make me a bad cat-friend that the answer is a very definite 'Yes'?
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