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It's hard to type

I've had so many treats ... and the window is so warm and comfy ... that there's no time any more to type. It's not like I don't have a lot of kids to say hey to, dogs to intimidate and passersby to show my big, white belly to. It's a long day for a cat. And I have to nap a lot. And Jenny's desk is such a mess all the time that I can't find the keyboard, anyway.