Jack was a bit weird in the morning, wolfing down his breakfast and heading to work early. That was strange, but I shrugged. A man, even a married man, should be allowed his privacy.
I wouldn't want Jack to butt in into every one of my plans, wouldn't I?
"When will you come back home?" Grandpa asked, as he leisurely drank his tea.
Stinker jumped on his lap and started purring, pointing out he hadn't fulfilled his job as a human by petting her yet. He started scratching her gently behind the ear, below the chin, as she happily filled the room with a rhythmic hum.
He was in no hurry to find himself a house, that's for sure. He was perfectly happy to live with us.
And as much as I didn't like having to dress when I left my bedroom, or not being able to strip when I came back from work, s
