Susan’s away and I’m taking care of her cat Arthur. He goes nuts whenever I come downstairs and he’s too spastic to play with. He just wants food. I brought him upstairs to get used to Milhouse, so they can get a head start at hating each other. So far they are just staring at one another. I can’t tell if they’re in love.

Oh, okay. They’re not in love.
Cats blow.

<— Arthur

—->Milhouse

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