Sometimes when we take the cats outside, we also take out the various recyclables. And the cats know the difference. When we have bags, the cats don’t go charging off down the hill as they usually do. Instead, they start following us to the bins.
Especially Lorelai.
She goes trotting purposefully ahead, very seriously. It’s very different from her usual joyful bounds.
“We’ve got a job to do!”
Once the bottles and cardboard are dropped off, though, she’s happy to make a new friend.
Rory is such a smart, happy girl.
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