She would grit her teeth and get through work, she'd tolerate people when she ran errands, she seemed to not mind me, but she doted and absolutely dote on her cat, Biscuit.
Biscuit was a blue patched tabby with bracelets and butterfly markings.
I remember that by heart given how often she said it.
I never tried to make her choose between me and Biscuit, since I knew I'd lose the fight. So I tolerated the cat, until she found out she was allergic to cat hair.
Getting dumped so she could afford the air filters to keep Biscuit hurt.
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