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1. Your water bill has mysteriously doubled.

2. To cover the cost of said water bill, you contemplate contacting the local Chuck E Cheese to see if they hire stand-ins when the animatronics fail, because you happen to know a guy who’d be perfect for the part.

3. When navigating through the house at night, you can’t shake the feeling of being stalked. What was that? The demonic spirit of a diminutive Victorian creature?

4. ONE (just one) member of the household starts to collect a thick pelt of fur on their clothing.

5. You admit you do in fact have a Neb and profess daily your undying commitment to carry out their every whim. Often this profession materializes in the form of a song you’ve made up about your adoration, love, loyalty, their proper ranking as ruler of the household and maybe also their ridiculously voluminous pantaloons.

We got Mookie 3 years ago when she was, according to the APL, 12. She was in rough shape at 5lbs, flea bitten, unfixed, anemic and necrosis on the end of her tail. The vet was like… “this is the one you picked out? She likely has multiple organ damage” ((snotty, judgy voice)).

Anyway, joke’s on her because Mook’s PERFECT. We know it’s highly unlikely she’s a full Neb, but we think she’s got some in her. She’s obsessed with us—clingiest cat I’ve ever had, spookily fast and athletic, very picky, playful and a total goof.