*grunt-grunt*
...making this weird toning sound. The adjustment is working, however, and...
*grunt-grunt*
...the sounds are buzzing louder as he finalizes this particular adjustment, then he...
*GRUNT-GRUNT*!!
My eyes fly open. At the edge of the couch, not six inches from my face is Miss Cecily, giving me an impatient, beady-eyed stare now that she has my attention. Oh, I know what this look means: "where the h*ll is MY nap, human?"
I pick her up and place her on my chest promptly, of course. She has me well trained.
I think that's "Dr. Cecily" to you.
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