Completely stupid questions, like "Can I have my cat back?"

[dinosaurman.livejournal.com]

After the clothes had been emptied out, the bag had been put away, and everything was back in order, there was one last task to do before admitting that the vacation was over.

Getting back the unholy demon of furry terror, the cat named Dog.

Dog had been dropped off with a babysitter, who if not completely reliable, could at least be trusted to feed her regularly. Or so Grant hoped. He didn't really have a lot of faith in that department. So when he knocked on Ian Malcolm's door, he was fully prepared to be greeted by a hairball that was going to eat his shins.

Or at least ignore him for a week. Cats were like that.

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[dinosaurman.livejournal.com]

He let him go by without saying a word, or even looking at him. It was a joke, maybe, or a lie, except that he couldn't imagine even Malcolm joking about this.