Two fluffy cats were sitting patiently on my doorstep last night. Their owner allows them to roam at night, which I find both reckless and irresponsible (the cats are declawed). It's one thing if you have sharp-nailed alley cat types. It's another if you've got a pair of fluffy sissycats who can't defend themselves from a rat, much less a growling tomcat.
Speaking of rats, J and I were talking on the breakfast porch the other night. I saw a giant rat in the shadows and proceeded to excitedly point it out. He will probably refer to me as Ratso La Femme from now on.
Last night was GERMAN NIGHT! Yeow! K was playing a little Amon Duul II (some of which rocked my kraut, let me tell you), and then a gaggle of German architects walked in. I could tell they were fellow Germans by their clothing and twitchy mannerisms. One of them tried to make conversation, but every now and then he'd say something to me and punctuate it with a burst of German to his friends. Oh, Tobias, that's not polite.
Speaking of rats, J and I were talking on the breakfast porch the other night. I saw a giant rat in the shadows and proceeded to excitedly point it out. He will probably refer to me as Ratso La Femme from now on.
Last night was GERMAN NIGHT! Yeow! K was playing a little Amon Duul II (some of which rocked my kraut, let me tell you), and then a gaggle of German architects walked in. I could tell they were fellow Germans by their clothing and twitchy mannerisms. One of them tried to make conversation, but every now and then he'd say something to me and punctuate it with a burst of German to his friends. Oh, Tobias, that's not polite.
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