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It's summertime and the A/C is on and I can sit on top of my hut and clean myself one lick at a time all day long. Not a care in the world ... just a dog or two every now and again and all they care about are the Milk Bones. I swear, they don't even notice me as they drag their human's in on their leashes and refuse to allow for any bookbrowsing until a treat appears. I think cat's should all carry an emergency dog bone in the event that they run into a dog they don't like -- just whip it out and the dog can't resist the old Pavlovian effect.
Ethan thinks the booklady needs a life because I have a blog -- imagine that. Am I a lucky cat or what? Not only do I get a window to lounge in, a hut to lounge on, endless food and drink but I get my own blog. Purriffic.
