Jealous of a Cat

So all is not well in Barzeyland. Last night, my younger sister unloaded on me. Every name in the book I was called. She even accused me of being more affectionate with my cat Choo-Choo than her daughter. Now who would be jealous of a cat? And what did I do to deserve this verbal assault in my own f**cking home? Well I asked her if she planned to take some of her things home. After all, she does live here in Chicago. Thus, I saw no real reason to have her and her daughter’s gifts still spewed across my living room floor.

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