Noah:
Never did I ever think that she could make a sound like that or look so eager. So the mad dog wasn’t a dog, but rather a crazy cat. A smile crept onto my lips. Who knew?
I got out of the car and opened her door. She sprinted out with so much energy, smiling and cooing as she pressed her face to the glass.
“They are so cute,” she swooned, making baby noises at one of them that was rubbing its head against the glass. I never really knew that she was into cats. I just thought that taking her to a place with cute animals would make for some great pictures for our fake social media account that Humphrey was getting someone to work on.
“You know that the cats are cuter inside than through the glass.”
Immediately, she stopped her cooing and glared at me. She stood up straight, dusted
