Two Brothers. One Soulmate
“—came back to see him on the couch doing that little crouchy pose, you know the one dogs do when they shit—”
“—and he took a dump on the couch, got it,”
Jedidiah says, staring up into the sky soullessly. “So? Where’s the culprit?”
As if hearing his name, Cat stalks out from the bedroom, shaking himself so his fur fluffs up and he looks like an oversized marshmallow. Jedidiah’s anger dissipates. Aw. It’s not his fault. Damn, Cat has Jedidiah wrapped around his little paw.
“Um, we shooed him away right as he was doing his poop, so…”
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