Last fall, Desmond had some experience with the sliding-glass door being open on pleasant days, but he was very tiny at the time. In the spring, again, he learned about the wonders of the screen door. Including how he could conveniently leap up onto it and adhere with his little pointy claws. I would holler at him about it, but usually didn't get
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We went, following the directions faithfully, and arrived at the end of a dead-end, residential street. Fortunately, there was a main outside mowing his lawn. We asked for directions to the restaurant. He told us (it was two streets off and one wrong turn). Then he asked,
"Do you mind if I ask what's going on there today? You're the fourth car that's asked for direction to that place."
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