Notes from an Urban Cabin #19 | Well, that puts the "cabin" in urban cabin (or a very long post after my first anniversary here)
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I was sitting at the dining table writing Saturday night when I sensed the cat rushing behind me and heard an odd sound. I looked over my shoulder. She was under my desk, maybe three feet behind me, and the strange sound was coming from the mouse in her mouth.
Notes from an Urban Cabin #19 | Well, that puts the "cabin" in urban cabin (or a very long post after my first anniversary here)
Notes from an Urban Cabin #19 | Well, that…
Notes from an Urban Cabin #19 | Well, that puts the "cabin" in urban cabin (or a very long post after my first anniversary here)
I was sitting at the dining table writing Saturday night when I sensed the cat rushing behind me and heard an odd sound. I looked over my shoulder. She was under my desk, maybe three feet behind me, and the strange sound was coming from the mouse in her mouth.