Have you ever seen a cat approach something they’re suspicious of? The way they mash their tiny whiskered faces to the floor and use one narrowed, glowing eye to stare at the Thing, the way they carefully reach out one paw and bat at the Thing, and whip their little paw back as fast as they can, just in case the Thing bites or snaps or is wet?
That is me right now, because I have a kitchen sink that actually drains. It’s been plugged so long (we’re talking more than a month here, okay?) that I don’t know what to do with one that works. I’m that cat, gunning it off and batting at it, testing it to see if it can be trusted.
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