Tuesday, July 2, 2002

Cat talk

the sheets are clean and smell like moutain freshness. i can hear the rain outside. it's pouring down washing over the house like a blanket of rest. i roll over onto my side and reach out to pet tigger who is lying next to me. dessy is at her usual resting spot on my outstretched legs. ahhh.. this is the life.

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