So I'm sitting there, preparing to end another harrowingly wonderful patch day outside reading, when Venus comes bounding onto the driveway. She lets out her usual distorted mrowl of (read as: insanity, arrival, hunger, rage, demands for lovins, and madness all in one. But, you know, from an old crazy cat). And I notice, for the second night, a
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Or the creepy owls who think she's dinner.
Or maybe it's Ben and Jerry.....
the possibilities are endless.
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