When I returned from work last night, a note on my door greeted me, indicating that Victor Kiriakis's services were no longer needed. I happily picked him up, but I remain unconvinced that his one night away got rid of the mousies.
Instead, I think my neighbors didn't have the heart to tell me that he's a messy, needy cat who kept them awake all night. It doesn't really matter. I'm glad he's back home, where Stefano DiMera can lick his face.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
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