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breakfast

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This is my view at breakfast. We cannot see much due to the seasonal fog surrounding low-lying areas in southern California at this time of year. Fog should not be a problem in a month or two. Today we have scrambled eggs (me) and huevos rancheros (Buck). We were rudely awakened by the fire alarm … Continue reading breakfast

no one came home

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No one came home 1. Max was in bed that morning, pressed against my feet, walking to my pillow to kiss my nose, long and lean with aqua- marine eyes, my sun prince who thought himself my lover. He was cream and golden orange, strong willed, lord of the other cats and his domain. He … Continue reading no one came home