Thursday, July 2, 2009
Alfie isn't afraid of thunderstorms. She's adopted a brave Shakespearean attitude towards the sound and fury. Like her late and justly famous predecessor she's found that sprawling on the kitchen floor keeps her cool on these hot afternoons. And when it's a downpour, as it is today, she hooks her thumbs to the windowsill and listens.
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I'm picturing that.
Me too. I'm also picturing Alfie unlocking doors, opening jars, and watching the weather channel with great delight.
I am relishing the idea of a hot sultry day, sprawling on the kitchen floor to keep cool, the rumbling of a thunderstorm in the distance.
I guess I can dream.
Alfie: my kind of cat.
Mali: Sooner than you think.
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