The sun did not shine.
It was too wet to play.
So we sat in the house
All that cold, cold wet day.
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Animals have tiny brains and do not understand why we confine them out of concern for their safety and comfort. Somewhere in Sunny's memory may be a recollection of the world beyond the screen that limits her feline life to the huge patio I built for that purpose. Who can say?
On these wintry days, she goes from door to door in search of one leading to the warm patio she enjoyed just a week ago. No luck. Behind every one lies a cold and dreary place that resembles her patio in every way but one. Where could it have gone, she prolly asks herself. Who can say?
Animals have tiny brains and do not understand why we confine them out of concern for their safety and comfort. Somewhere in Sunny's memory may be a recollection of the world beyond the screen that limits her feline life to the huge patio I built for that purpose. Who can say?
On these wintry days, she goes from door to door in search of one leading to the warm patio she enjoyed just a week ago. No luck. Behind every one lies a cold and dreary place that resembles her patio in every way but one. Where could it have gone, she prolly asks herself. Who can say?
Woof.
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Okay,
Father Luke