Janet Boss wrote:

In my best whiney voice: It would have meant getting out of
beddddddddddd. Paul was comfy. His cat was not. She was crying at the
door to be let in and he was too lazy to get up and open the door.

WTF?! Even if I were warm and comfy and totally-****ing-lazy, the
noise of a crying cat would have ruined it all. I'd have to get up
and let her in, just for my own sanity, if not because it's the
Right Thing To Do.

So
he found her dead the next morning. I guess he wasn't as worried about
her wellbeing as he had said.

Not worried at all, apparently. Ugh.

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