Cats are weird. They growl and hiss at the stray kitty when they are all outside...unless I am there with them in which case they tolerate him huffily. Probably doesn't help that he sprays things in our yard and chases them.
This morning, after I had washed my hands, I dried them on a random towel hanging in my bathroom. A few minutes later, I reached up to brush something off my face and *sniff sniff* What's this? Ew! Stinky towel smell
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‘Oh, you wicked little thing!’ cried Alice, catching up the kitten, and giving it a little kiss to make it understand that it was in disgrace. - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
Last night I had another of my epic war dreams. I have had these maybe biannually for most of my life. They all have similar themes in which I play a similar role, but the details are always vastly different. But the fun part is the complicated plot-lines and the fact that I always remember them in great detail. I think my unconscious may be trying
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