Cronsky's Helpful Text

While I was at a friend's house last night I got a text from Cronsky, who was using my husband Leo's phone that he left in the bedroom. "I found Leo's work jeans here in your room," the screen said. "Who is this?" "It's the cat. - Did you know the phone wants to correct my name to 'Cranky' all the time?" "What are you doing with Leo's phone?" I didn't ask what she was doing in our room - she goes there to escape the rest of the family, typically lying on our bed. "I heard you saying you couldn't find his jeans that need washing. They're right here on the floor next to the clothes organizer basket." "I'll keep that in mind. Now leave Bo's phone alone." "No 'thank you, Cronsky?'" "I would thank you if you could put those jeans into the dirty bin that's right next to them by that closet." "I'm a cat," showed up on the screen. "-Who uses a phone," I retorted. A couple of seconds later, I read "I'm too busy." "Good night." "Ok." Again, a few seconds later, "Feed me when you get home." "Put it down, Cronsky." Leo is going to be surprised if he looks at the conversation feed on his messages to me.

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