Anthony Mitchell Facebook ad: “My Cheating Boyfriend's Cat Made Me a Millionaire”

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My boyfriend, Rhett, brought home a cat. He said he was swamped at work and asked if I could look after it for a few days. Then, in my head, I heard the cat cursing him. “Bullshit. He’s the one who looks like a stray. This guy is trash.” Then it addressed me. “I’m a purebred British Shorthair. Golden shaded. I’m worth five grand.” “Rhett gave me to your best friend as a gift. Then they decided I was too much trouble. They couldn’t even be bothered to feed me on time, so they dumped me on you. And you’re actually happy about it.” I didn’t quite believe it, so I sent a photo to a vet friend of mine. The little round-faced, short-legged creature really was an expensive breed. I was still reeling. Then the cat’s voice echoed in my head again. “And you *still* don’t think you’re an idiot? You’re even giving your friend your spot in that advanced training program in Boston.” “You think that means you won’t have to be apart from your boyfriend? He’s already got his transfer orders. He’s going to the Boston branch, too. They’ve even picked out an apartment.” “I also heard that when you come back from that medical research program, it’s a huge boost to your résumé. The attending physician position at the hospital is unofficially earmarked for someone who completes the program.” I immediately opened my laptop, stayed up all night to finish the application, and emailed it to the program director just before the deadline. ... In our three-person iMessage group chat, Chloe sent a voice message, her tone ridiculously sweet. “Isolde, what am I going to do when I miss you in Boston?” Rhett immediately followed up. “We should all chip in to help Chloe rent a better apartment. It’s not safe for her to be there alone.” I didn’t reply. In the chat box, the two of them kept right on talking. “You’re not even Isolde’s husband yet. You can’t spend my best friend’s money. Not even for me.” “Look who’s talking. Who was it who called me crying last time because someone followed her in the parking lot after work? If you get a better place, at least it’ll be safer.” “Hmph. And I wonder who it was who said he was just coming over to check if my apartment was safe, then drank half my bottle of red wine, refused to leave the couch, and I had to practically show him the door.” I closed the group chat. Chloe had been my roommate all four years of college. Her family was of modest means, and I’d helped her out more times than I could count. The thing she said most often was, “What would I do without you?” Rhett was a friend I’d known for years. I was the one who introduced them. My phone buzzed. A notification from my bank. The year-end bonus I’d been waiting for had finally hit my account. I was thinking about using it for the down payment on an Audi when the cat’s voice drifted lazily into my mind. “With that kind of money, why buy a car? Invest in real estate.” I froze. “I can’t even afford the down payment on a place in New York.” It flicked its tail, as if I were an idiot. “Who said anything about residential? Go buy that abandoned industrial land in New Jersey.” “I know some well-informed cats. The head of the planning department’s Maine Coon told me himself. That land is about to be rezoned for a tech park. Sink three hundred grand into it now, and it’ll turn into several million.” I stared at the bonus on the screen for five seconds, then texted the Audi salesperson to say I wasn’t buying the car after all.A second later, Rhett called. “Why’d you cancel the car?” I remembered then that the last time we’d gone to the dealership, I’d left his number since he knew more about cars than I did. Of course they’d notify him if I backed out. He quickly added, “Actually, this is perfect. Chloe’s going to Boston, and her commute won’t be easy. Why don’t we use the money to buy her a used car first?” I almost laughed. Was asking for my money all they ever did? How had I never seen it before? Looking back, Rhett and Chl......

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My Cheating Boyfriend's Cat Made Me a Millionaire