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I was supposed to go to a farmer’s market this morning with a girlfriend of mine & then to the Italian Festival but she blew me off so I stayed home & sat at my desk, doing what I always do. I was kept company by Radar, sleeping soundly & snoring his sweet little hissing snore.
It’s another warm Saturday & the cats are sleeping the day away. Radar, who is congested with seasonal allergies, is snoring quite loudly. It doesn’t seem to bother Bobby. I’m not sure where Jack is, but he’s probably in my bedroom closet, as usual.
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