One day last fall Carmen decided that she would only hang out in the parlor or dining room. By the end of the day I figured out that she had spied the ceiling fan in the living room and felt it to be a nefarious predator from above. Being the complete softie that I am, I turned the fan off. (That and I missed my lap kitty and didn’t want her
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