Just to make Terri feel better about Carmine and his
cricket/mouse/antlered dog...

Harriet woke me up about twelfty times last night, to tell me that OMG
THE CAT HAS STINKY FOOD!11!! The cat and the stinky food were in the
kitchen, which is on the other end of the apartment from the bedroom,
not to mention, behind a closed door. But Harriet could smell the
stinky food, and it was not hers, and she thought it should be, and the
whole thing b0rked her poor little brane.

Mind you, I feed the cat stinky food every damned night, so I don't know
why Harriet thought it was newsworthy. Weirdo. She was so tweaked, and
her ears were clamped down so tightly, that I was afraid they might get
sucked into her cranium.

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Shelly
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