Our story so far: 4 weeks ago, there was a small fire in my building and the resultant sprinklers flooded almost the whole building, only the end of the hall hall where my apartment is located escaped, think whatever god looks over bitter old Queens like me. The water remediation and repairs have preceded remarkably quickly, they have finished all the work in the halls and most of the units.
It's been an annoyance (for instance, the dust occasionally sets off the smoke detectors, always when I'm asleep, causing me to shriek "shut up" which helps exactly as much as you might expect it to) but finally this week they have removed all the fans and dehumidifiers as well as the plastic sheeting on the floor and which sealed off my end of the hall.
My cat Toby has reacted to this by bolting out into the hall whenever he can squeeze past me as I open the door. He had been pulling that for most of the time that he's lived here, but all the racket and workmen out there had convinced him that a little cat should stick closer to home. I was okay with his previous escapades, justifying them by saying that I wanted him to know which door was his if he ever escaped. Toby acted like this was an endorsement of what a tough boy he is. Of course that act was pretty transparent considering he would demand that I accompany him and would then roll on his side and wait for me to pick him up and carry him back home. What a little gangsta.
Because he is a terribly friendly faux-gangsta, he would either be terrified by the occasional appearance of my neighbors, or he would run right up to them and demand pets. The little girl who live next door came to believe he was her cat. One time, a neighbor had propped their door open to get a little cross breeze and before I could stop him, Toby had hopped over the the doorstep and blew into the apartment. Maybe he was looking for a new life, I don't know.
I tried getting him to come back out before the neighbor could become aware of this home invasion by hissing and whispering commands at him, and then I gave up and started ringing the doorbell, but the neighbor ignored me. Eventually Toby showed back up at the door with the air of a butler turning away an unwanted intruder so I scooped him up and we went home. The neighbor never did appear.
Now that the construction is mostly over, Toby has returned to ruling the hall and waiting for me to pick him up like a baby which is what he trained me to do. We also have a game where he sits on the table next to my laptop and bites my hand if I don't brush him, or I will toss his toys at him which he knocks off the table and waits for me to pick up and toss again, so apparently he has taught me to fetch. How did I get here?
Naked guys I would definitely play fetch with:
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