Some girls get fairy godmothers.Abby Thompson gets a talking cat with a British accent and absolutely zero chill. After her latest blind date—arranged by her loving (but relentless) mother—ends in a concussion, a wine-soaked dress, and enough humiliation to power Manhattan, Abby decides she’s done with dating. Forever. Too bad her cat, Mr. Whiskers, has other ideas. And he’s suddenly sharing them. Out loud. “Honestly, Abby, your taste in men is almost as concerning as your taste in sweaters.” His mission? Fix her train-wreck love life and help her land her dream job. His qualifications? None. He’s a cat. His…
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