One of the biggest reasons I chose to drive from Denver to Nashville was my cat, Remmy. I couldn't think of a way to get her from A to B without her freaking out as she does not travel well. In fact, she doesn't do much beyond chatting and eating spider webs well. So today when she ventured into the kitchen where Chris' big black dog lives, I was impressed. She was displaying some pretty serious cajones (yes, I know she's a she and doesn't actually possess cajones). That is, until Lola shifted on her dog bed and Remmy took off like a fat, shadowy little bullet.
Thing is, Lola knows the cat is in the house. Lola couldn't care less.
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