Walking home after dinner with Reebs and her husband, Puppy and I were discussing our cat nanny, the lady who visits with Stefano Di Mera and Victor Kiriakis when we're both out of town. We described how she got around with a cane, loves to eat the sweets in our home and leaves cards describing how she spends her time with the cats.Just seconds after we discussed the nanny, we heard a lady exclaim, "Hello cat people!" and lo and behold, it was her! She was making her way down the street, wrapped in a black wool coat, a hat and a fur muffler around her neck, which she said was "a former client." Cane in hand, she intercepted us, gave us hugs and asked what special treats we'd leave for her during her Christmastime visit. She complimented Puppy on the banana pudding he made when she last visited.
I don't know how I feel about being referred to as "cat people" in the neighborhood.
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one time, when C and i were being shown around a Public Storage unit, the woman who worked there referred to us as 'mole people' because we were walking around in the dark hallway. we still talk about 'mole people'
I contemplated making a Christmas photo card this year, with me and Roxy. I thought it would only be funny if the photo had like 15 cats.
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