I was under the bed again for several hours while a man painted the wall that the microwave burnt. Lynettea shut the bedroom door so he couldn't find me and to keep the nasty smell away from me. I am very sensitive to bad chemical smells.
Lynettea told me he was a very cheerful young man and a good worker. She shouted at me when I tried to test the paint. It would have stuck on my pretty soft fur, according to her.
Not much else happened. I went out a couple of times to inspect the yard, towing Lynettea
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Twilight: the remains of the day |
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The birds have settled onto branches in secret places in the trees |
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I am distressed at the daily news, but can do nothing about it. |
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Now is the time for cats to seek prey. |
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But all I can find is a tortoise made of clay. |
along as usual and trying to comply with her awkward requests.
Why she doesn't want to stand under the crabapple tree and poke for insects I don't know.
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