A funny thing happened last night. Usually, when I go upstairs, Ghost follows me up and plops himself down on the bed. Last night, for reasons that are only explicable to cats, Ghost was on the bed in one bedroom, Pumpkin was on the bed in one of the other bedrooms, and I was in the bedroom I sleep in. It was the closest it will ever be to how a family organizes itself as far as this house is concerned. It leavened my annoyance that someone in the neighborhood had kindly left a literal bag of dog shit in my driveway for me to discover when I got home from work.
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