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Ye heavens above and hells below, Chicago yesterday. Hell, truth be told, some of Chicago tonight.
Epimetheus has been enjoying the excuse to celebrate as much as anyone else, but he's not really the party guy in the family. Besides, with the mobs of people in the streets and parks, others have been getting temporarily displaced.
So when he finally saunters into Milliways in search of some peace and quiet, there's a scraggly tabby cat perched on one shoulder, a pigeon perched on the other, and a skinny adolescent Doberman at his heels. Epimetheus looks pleased as punch; the animals are all eying each other warily, but seem as grateful for the break from the noise as Epimetheus is.
Epimetheus has been enjoying the excuse to celebrate as much as anyone else, but he's not really the party guy in the family. Besides, with the mobs of people in the streets and parks, others have been getting temporarily displaced.
So when he finally saunters into Milliways in search of some peace and quiet, there's a scraggly tabby cat perched on one shoulder, a pigeon perched on the other, and a skinny adolescent Doberman at his heels. Epimetheus looks pleased as punch; the animals are all eying each other warily, but seem as grateful for the break from the noise as Epimetheus is.