Except for today, of course, we've had a few days recently when mom has been leaving the front door open for me so I can keep watch again over all that happens outside through the storm door glass. The elderly lady over there with the yappy little mutts, the robins bobbing and skittering across the front lawn, the fat, juicy geese honking away over by the pond and decorating the lawns, and the seemingly steady stream of Amazon trucks whizzing back and forth all hold my attention for like 2 1/4 nanoseconds a pop.
Oh, the choices I'm forced to ponder-
The warmer weather also brings the removal of the Coleman sleeping bag from the bed. You can probably guess where this is going.
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| How 'bout Them Pink Beans |
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| Big S-T-R-E-T-C-H |
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| Half Awake & In a Daze |
For a crusty old lady cat who meows like a duck/frog hybrid, routinely grunts like she can't be bothered to open her mouth for a meow, provides more side-eye than your average teenage daughter, and typically can't give us the time of day, Smudge provides her mom and me with so many tender moments like this that give us the warm fuzzies and let us know that deep down, there's a sweet, gentle, loving kitty in there. Somewhere. Maybe. I think.
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