It is a case of misstaken id. A WFH hooman in a duplex lives with Pickles, a gray tabby well-known for side-eye and a purr fee of zero. Throughout a DoorDash supply, Pickles slips outdoors. Hours later, scratch-scratch on the door broadcasts a gray tabby return. This cat is unusually candy, curls on the sofa, and fires up a tiny motor. That is not Pickles’ model, however the hooman blames a life-changing squirrel seminar and welcomes Pickles 2.0.
The following day, the neighbor arrives in a panic asking about Smokey, a pleasant gray tabby who purrs at air and desires of tuna. Eyes drift to the windowsill. The “reformed” Pickles is clearly Smokey, copycat in each sense. Apologies occur, paperwork will get mewved, and Smokey is escorted house after a really thorough shock sleepover.
An hour later, the true Pickles clomps in leaf-dusted and unimpressed, reclaiming his publish as Chief Choose of All the pieces. Scoreboard: one unintentional catnapping, two near-twins, most embarrassment, and a renewed respect for microchips, tags, and understanding a cat’s signature scowl. Order restored. Pickles resumes obtrusive. The hooman resumes laughing.
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