The view from my office. This is Gromit. Note that her mouth is agape. What you're seeing is the "ow" of one of the 47 meows she uttered while I was writing my last post. This is where she hangs out all day, every day, clawing at my window, uttering plantive meow after plaintive meow. This cat has complete freedom to explore the entire Cape Fear region, with all its birds to kill and geckos to chase. But she would rather stay here and whine in the hope that I'll open the window so she can come in and sit on my hands while I type.
Anyone care for a cat?
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I thought in North Carolina they called that an old-fashioned kickin' cat.
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