Attic, Cont.
After letting them run up and down for several hours, the human had to go out. Hmmm... Bansh, 'Toonya, Luz, Buddy, Cloud, Cyrrie and AreToo all accounted for. No Angel, not after calling and calling. So, calculate. What are the odds that Angel is actually upstairs, as opposed to under something or even downstairs? And, how long will the human actually be gone? Logically reassured, the human firmly closed the attic door, and headed out. Got as far as actually in the car. Engine never even started. Back into the house, leave the attic door ajar, and go out into the world with an easy conscience. Heating bill? So? So??
posted by Lizzy at 7:09 PM
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Thank goodness we don't have to turn the heat on here. Although it's pretty cold tonight. Cold enough that the children are actually refraining from the daily nose boppings. Hugs to you and yours, and to dear Sandy when she shows up.
Bless your good babies - no nose-boppings, do you hear, Miss C??
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