The Game Can't Survive This Story

One of the cats was a snuggle angel who would make biscuits on you and drip jewel from her mouth as she did. And the other was evil and would stalk and attack you at any given point. When evening at the end of a long weekend where I stayed overnight since the parents were out of town, I was juggling the chores in the bedtime routine of the younger kids. The girl spits her toothpaste and thanks to some higher power, maybe the prayers of the godly wives join hermoniously to perform a miracle in my life.