It's late - Yesenia's asleep and I'd also like to call it a night, but the cats have pointedly refused to come back inside and I just can't leave them out tonight. Were it Spring or Summer, sure - I wouldn't have much choice, as Frida is one of those cats that disappears for three days at a time and then turns up and random on the afternoon of the fourth day, with no clue as to where she's been hanging. But Winter - even one as mild as this one - I just don't have it in me to let them stay out. So I'll keep going downstairs to check the door every fifteen minutes.
Damn cats,
D.
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