transition

I may be done with plangent yowling now; it’s just a habit I pick up when The Family deserts me for days on end.  Even after they get back, the loud meows escape my throat every once in awhile, especially when I’m in some part of the house where they aren’t.  They think I’ve forgotten that they’re back–how insulting!  Don’t they think my nose works?

No need to be sad though, about the rain again today, or about the Summer slowly dying out.  Each season has its own goodness!

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