Somewhat groggy after alarums in the night
involving
a housecleaner with only a vague grasp of the airlock concept
three runaway cats
FOUR feline captures
and
one cat who smells quite clearly of
grease
I have to sign an email.
It pleases me.
Hence, this post.
Labels: cats, life, Poem
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