While talking to Bill in the kitchen tonight, I opened 2 cans of tuna, drained the water, and put the meat into a bowl. Then I followed him down the hall to our bedroom to look for a how-to book about flooring I thought I bought last year. Not there. We walked back down the hall to the kitchen. A dark ball of hair flies across the kitchen doorway into the living room...
Guess who's been eating tuna? My sweetheart Cleo, of course!










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