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Cady
I open my eyes and groan. It’s not just the morning, it’s full on sunshine city in my room right now. Milo, my stray-turned-cuddle-fiend, purrs and rubs his chin against my fingers.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I say, rolling over. Milo looks at me with pure judgment in his one remaining blue eye. The other one has long since been stitched up, and healed over. He’s a Siamese mix, and snobby as hell for someone who I rescued from a dumpster outside my house.
Milo doesn’t care that I went out drinking last night. He rubs his chin against my hand again, meowing in his raspy voice, demanding pets. I scratch the top of his head, and he bursts into a full purr, rumbling happily.
“You’re the worst,” I say to Milo. He climbs up onto my chest, his weight slight. Even after having him for a year, he has
