12.4.02 – Harrisburg, PA

internet access is somewhat limited these days, so i’ll continue to sponge off other people’s material. here, my mom waxes poetic about my cat:

He sits on the chair and stares and chitters endlessly as long as the junkos, wrens and sparrows are dining. His tail switches with great purpose and energy while he hunkers low on the chair and makes his primeval hunting sounds.

[grin] i miss my cat.