The Tousled Tutor #2 — Tab

You can call me Tab. Everyone does. And by everyone, I mean Janet. Janet’s my human.

She named me “Tabitha” — has a real thing for Bewitched — “Tabitha” never stuck. (Even though I can wiggle my nose — unlike Samantha’s daughter)

So Tab it is.

I pretty much like this place. Been here a while. The food’s good. The apartment’s warm. Janet’s decent.

But she’s such a mess these days, and it’s not just ‘cuz I yammied on her yesterday — (I couldn’t help it — furball — you know how it goes).

She’s worried about her folks, writing, Sherman (the student she’s tutoring).

Now she’s worried I need surgery. I don’t. It’s called seasonal feline reflux.

But let’s get serious. This worry is cramping my calm cat vibe. What am I gonna do?

Help me.

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