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K, Musty, and the DoorDash Hustle

So picture this: Musty’s all snuggled up with Grandma, looking like the king of comfort. I mean, seriously, stretched out, purring, acting like he pays rent around here. 🙄

Next thing you know, Grandma dozes off (typical). And who do I catch moving in? K. Yep, she’s sitting there on the floor, holding Musty like he’s some kind of baby doll. Staring. Just staring at Grandma while she sleeps. Creepy? A little. Cute? I guess.

But here’s the kicker—turns out K wasn’t on guard duty. Nope. She had a plan. She was waiting to spring her big request: DoorDash. That girl wanted food delivered and figured Grandma’s nap wake-up moment was prime time to strike.

Meanwhile, me? I’m just shaking my head from the corner like, “Humans… always scheming. Musty’s the comfort cat, K the hustler, and Grandma’s the wallet.” 😂

Moral of the story? Around here, naps don’t end with peace—they end with DoorDash.