And we were doing so well, too. Sigh. Poor Mike. I don't know if he has been eaten by my insane monster kitty or if he escaped and is doing the dance of joy somewhere hidden in my home. Steven wants a new lizard. I'm thinking this is a bad idea.
Oh! The puppy has been returned to its rightful (though stupid) owners.
But it was back in my backyard again this morning.
What do I look like, Dr. Doolittle??
Wait ... don't answer that.
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