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“Do you think Garfield actually eats the lasagna?”
Tori rolled her eyes and looked up at her human across the room.
“Explain,” she says, deadpan, staring at Michael.
“I just think it can't be good for his digestive system. Would a cat even eat pasta? Why is Jon giving him pasta anyway?”
If she didn't stop him soon this would be a full day conversation, possibly with a supporting PowerPoint.
“Why are we discussing this?”
Her exasperation was apparent now.
“You said you hate Mondays!” Michael responded. “You started it! Anyway, I'm hungry. I'm going to make some lasagna tonight.”
