Now, Timmy has been showing up in new places. Two days ago I nearly had a meltdown when I couldn't find him - really couldn't find him. I yanked my brother off a business call, and he found Timmy in my laundry hamper, where he has never gone before:
Timmy's also been lounging on the window sill, which is only news because the radiator beneath him is so hot he could combust. Twenty pounds of Timmy exploding into flames would not be pretty.
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Timmy used to sit in front of my housemate's space heater in New Haven. Directly in front of it. And when she dried her hair, he was right there at her feet. He's so handsome!
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