Annabelle crouched down as Coco stood on its hind legs, pressing its head into her palm, rubbing against it while meowing nonstop. She wasn’t sure what it was saying, but it sounded like concern—asking where she had been and why she was only back now. Or maybe it was complaining: That two-legged beast hasn’t been home lately! Just fills up the automatic feeder and leaves! No one cleans my litter box, no one refills my water—Coco is suffering! Sister, save me! "Alright, alright, I get it," Annabelle said, rubbing the little cat’s head. She glanced at its food bowl. The food supply was fine, but the bowl definitely needed a wash. She was in a hurry to see Kendrick, but she couldn’t ignore this little one either. With a sigh, she thought—Kendrick hadn’t seen her in over ten days. A little longer wouldn’t make much of a difference. Let him hold on a bit more. She’d take care of the small one first, then deal with the big one. She quickly washed the cat’s food and water bowls, refil
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