Paychecks versus Purrs

David was trapped. Definitely trapped. There was no way he could get to work today. For, low and behold, a cat was on his lap. Tipper was the name. A medium sized brown, gray, and black tabby, she had started life on the streets. Somehow she had wormed her way into a family, but then that family was forced to give her away by evil landlords who forbade pets on their propriety. But, then she met David. And the rest, as they say, was history. As was David's paycheck...

Tipper on lap

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