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Most of the guests at Katie’s birthday party were her peers from pre-school and daycare and their parents, but Jay needed some friends of his own around to survive the day of screaming three and four year olds. Binx was a breath of fresh air when he got a chance to talk to him. “I’ve never been so glad I didn’t go into early childhood education,” he mused, sipping on a juice box with a distant look in his eyes like he was pretending it was something stronger. “It’s one thing when it’s your own kid, you know?” He glanced over and corrected, “Guess you don’t know…Still not looking to settle down?” Jay assumed nothing had changed on that front (and he would have to understand why, knowing Binx’s curse) so he almost didn’t bother asking—but he was always curious whether anyone would ever come along to change the old cat’s mind or make him act up. After all, happy little accidents could come from any one-off hook-up, as Jay well knew.















