[Remy did manage to drag his attention away from sorting out the cats' food to reply to that,] Will do, will do. [Before carefully moving to put the food bowls down, and again, without getting them tangled up around in his feet enough to trip him. Stepping back to leave them to their breakfast, one last look back to them left Remy humming a 'hmm' briefly at the dive for their food.] Ya'll boys be real special. [No wonder he adored them so.
Cats fed, hands washed, Remy moved on to grab out those items she asked from the fridge, setting them out before sorting out plates and cutlery for them.] Better not make this a habit, goin' to think ya spoilin' me.
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Cats fed, hands washed, Remy moved on to grab out those items she asked from the fridge, setting them out before sorting out plates and cutlery for them.] Better not make this a habit, goin' to think ya spoilin' me.