“She Scoops Litter Boxes,” My Dad Said—Then The CEO Stood Up

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“Still figuring things out,” Preston would add, wearing a sympathetic smile that made my teeth hurt.

The pet-sitting thing started as a favor. My neighbor, Mrs. Chen, needed someone to check on her cats while she visited her daughter in Florida. I had two weeks of leave, nothing planned, and I liked cats more than I liked most people. She continue reading …