J.'s Proposition to the Catman

The Catman asked me to look into something this morning. Because the world doesn't start and stop when he demands, that didn't happen. An hour later he sent me even more messages about it - this time he was even more annoying, so I pretended that I didn't know what he was talking about.

Catman: what's the deal with _____?

J: what you mean?

Catman: How about ______?

J: ?

Catman: you serious?

J: what are you talking about?

Catman: come on man

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I know this upset him, and that, in turn, saddened me (the old J. and the Catman emotional cycle of fear, anger, guilt, and sorrow). So we made a deal to ensure that both of us would be happy.

J: I will look into your isht after munch if that is ok?

Catman: k

J: but you must do something for me in return

J: As you know my Nan is in town this weekend, and I will be away on business. She needs to be picked up at the airport and chauffeured around. She's a woman of taste, so bring her a box of Crumpets.

Catman: k

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So if you see a little cat fella with a white bow-tie driving around an elegant British woman in a blue mustang this weekend, don't be afraid to tip your cap, that's just J.'s Nan and the Catman.