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Catch 22
As you may know, in addition to the dog, I have living with me a 22-year-old tabby. I say living with because I’m not naive enough to think Cally belongs to me. If anything the opposite is closer to the truth, after so many years I pretty much just give her what she wants at Continue reading
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Cred Că Ești Minunat!
Good morning all ye intellectually plump pheasants! It would seem we’ve the pleasure of enjoying a further tempestuous gale au dehors. Huzzah! I have a terrible habit of being a bit judgemental from time to time. Particularly with things that I arrogantly believe are beneath me. That rarely seems to be the case in the Continue reading
Dread Poets Sobriety 