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"His name is Barnaby," the figure rasped. "Don't let him near the saxophone records unless you're prepared to stay up all night."

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The turning point came on a rainy Tuesday. Arthur put on a dusty Miles Davis vinyl. Barnaby, who had been lounging on the bathmat, suddenly perked up. He slid into the living room, his flippers beating a perfect syncopated rhythm against the hardwood floor. "His name is Barnaby," the figure rasped

Arthur grabbed an old umbrella and began to dance—a clumsy, human shuffle. Barnaby spun in circles, his whiskers twitching in a soulful vibrato. For the first time in years, Arthur wasn't thinking about spreadsheets. He was a man with a jazz-loving pinniped, and the world felt wonderfully absurd. Arthur put on a dusty Miles Davis vinyl

Arthur handed over the cash. Barnaby let out a soft arp and flopped toward the bucket.