What?

Wake up.

Thank you.

With Sarah and Vinny.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

Alice at 973.

So today's is, the subject is,

Help My Cat is ruining my love life.

So I was like, okay, I'll bite.

Dear Sarah Vinny, Bob, and COVID guy.

My cat, you can call her muffin.

And we will. Yeah. Right. Vinny has a long running history with muffin, which has got to be why this person picked that name. My cat, you can call her muffin. Absolutely hates every guy I date. I'm not exaggerating. She's hissed or attacked at least three former boyfriends, peed on one guy's shoes.

Once in the middle of a hot makeout session, she leapt onto the guy's back and bit his ear. The crazy thing is, it's not all guys. It's just guys I'm interested. She loves my dad and my brother. So it's not like just guys I'm touching because I hug them when they come over. my current boyfriend, who I would actually like to keep, says he won't come over again until I, quote, deal with it. You got to deal with that cat. The cat hisses at him and cries outside my bedroom door with these weird yowls until we come back out again. And then she just starts hissing at him again. Well, that's it. Okay. Go on. My friend says cats can mirror our inner emotions, which sounds a little, who's, a little woo-woo to me too.

But I think maybe she's just the cat, muffin, is just a jealous psycho who wants me

single forever.

So do I rehome my cat or my man?

Does she say how long she's been with this new guy?

No, she just says current boyfriend.

And she lives in C in Fremont.

I don't know if I should say her name or not.

No, well, this one doesn't seem that bad.

Clearly the cat's possessive. And when you're

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