So Sofia went out and bought a tiny yellow car. A Smart Car she calls it. I saw it from the window. She’s very happy about it, and went on and on about how it has plenty of room inside for her to sit and write on her laptop. That’s nice, but why didn’t she tell me she couldn’t wait to take me for a ride? I like riding in the car. I meow, of course, but it’s only because I’m enjoying myself. Then I sit down and look out the window. Maybe if I meow and cry at the door, she’ll realize I want a ride. I can be annoying, when properly motivated.

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