Yes, the hell-spawn devil's-imp did survive my time away. Precocious neighborhood child found him quite a handful. He left gigantic clumps of fur around his various scratching posts, though with no noticeable difference to his coat. He seems vaguely pleasd to have me back, probably simply for my mere existence.
I did read a glorious murder mystery while on vacation, which I'll have to write baout, as soon as I get through all of these e-mails.
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Where-ja go? Where-ja go?
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