Patch, the cat, thinks, well, I don't know what he thinks. He is strange, even for a cat. He loves Kate like the dickens and wants to sit with her every morning. He is also fascinated by the Master Card machine. It makes a wonderful noise and then paper comes gliding out. Ah, simple pleasures.
Monday, November 19, 2007
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