Paul left Sylvester and me to mind Griffin all morning. Griffin wasn't happy at all. He moaned and whined and ran from window to door wondering why the big red truck left without him. Sylvester was having none of this so he crept from his loft hideout to the stairs landing and stared at Griffin. When Griffin saw the cat who is like smoke and won't stick around for lovin', Griffin immediately stopped his anxiety and lay down, once more proving that he just needs a cat babysitter.
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