I was her last resort.
Made sense. I wouldn’t want me in charge either. Not that I’m lazy or dumb, it’s just that I have a hard time caring about others. And when it comes to non-humans, I’m even worse.
Yet here I was. In her apartment. Getting acquainted with Fishsticks.
“Are we good?” my sister asked.
No, we weren’t. She’d be gone for a week and this cat needed food, and water, and fresh litter every day. Seemed… excessive.
But I was up for the challenge.
Sadly, Fishsticks was not.
“Wait, what happened?” my sister asked upon her return.
The Weekday One Hundred 