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No, not the Heinlein flat cats from The Rolling Stones. Just our problem child Squeak. So, many mornings Squeak comes onto the bed and demands that I roll onto my back and let her either perch or lie on my chest. Which, generally, I do. Then I pet her some and sort of fold my hands [...] Dogs believe they exist to serve us. Cats believe we exist to serve them. Ferrets know we exist to amuse them. (Note: I realized these things long ago. For some reason they came back to me a few minutes ago when my cat TJ was following me around, unaccountably making Wookiee noises.) Update: And a last minute Happy [...] Yes, that’s really what it’s about. Just a plea for help. Yesterday, when I took Emma Dog for a walk in the Vineyard, the late-season field crickets were tuning up. And as the sun began to set and I got close to more wooded areas on the eastern edge of the field, I heard trilling that [...] Well, not exactly. But close. That much is literally true. Around 7 AM here in Casa Milán several things tend to happen at once. I need to get up and go offload fluids. Emma Dog wants to go outside, for approximately the same reason. And Squeak, my deranged and adored black cat, decides she has to [...] |
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