Weston loves his cat, Killer. (Read Killer’s story.)
He has this cat totally trained, and he loves Weston and only Weston. Killer lives for the weekends when his master comes home.
This weekend, Weston was home, girlfriend Mariah in tow. Desperate for a vegan treat (which I was too busy to stop and bake for her), she baked a cake herself. Somehow, Killer got into the pan to leave a message.
Anyway. The scholar, at work.
Or, actually, reading on his Kindle whilst Mariah watches HGTV.
He spies a disturbance in the force.
Or, you know, me.
Mariah: “What is it, honey?”
Weston: “MY MOTHER.”
And then, with so few words exchanged, she shows….
….that she totally gets him.