So, after I finished reading Paul Feig's Superstud: Or How I Became a 24-Year-Old Virgin, it was just lying on my desk, and, one morning, I found it on the floor. So I put it back on my desk. And the next morning, I found it on the floor.
Basically, Matilda has decided that Superstud is her new BFF, and I find it in a different place on the floor every morning now.
She has always loved carrying around pieces of paper—especially envelopes—parading around the house with them while mewing proudly. But she's never taken a shine to a book before.
That is the magic of Paul Feig, I guess. A favorite even of feminist cats!
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