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fandomtownies2013-12-04 02:36 pm
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Furnado Animal Shelter, Wednesday
"Yeah," a red-and-white-striped April was saying into the phone early this afternoon, "the thing is, we ordered premium cat food, not chocolate nougat or whatever the hell you sent us, so thanks for the Christmas spirit or whatever, but I actually want the shit I ordered."
She drummed her fingers on the counter while the guy on the other end of the line responded. Then she replied, "No, I actually can't be put on hold because my starving cats will attack me if they don't hear the sound of my voice to comfort them. That's your fault, by the way."
There was plenty of extra cat food in the storage room, and none of the cats at Furnado were going hungry, but April was a believer in creative motivation.
She drummed her fingers on the counter while the guy on the other end of the line responded. Then she replied, "No, I actually can't be put on hold because my starving cats will attack me if they don't hear the sound of my voice to comfort them. That's your fault, by the way."
There was plenty of extra cat food in the storage room, and none of the cats at Furnado were going hungry, but April was a believer in creative motivation.
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