the number of cat toys and improvised cat toys (bottle caps, rubber bands, sour Starbursts) that we just found under the oven. The screen door was too big for him to shove under.
"The elevator, which had haunted its untidy shaft for a hundred years, came wafting skyward, dragging its ungodly chains and dread intestines after. The door exhaled open. The lift groaned as if we had trod its stomach. In a great protestation of ennui, the ghost sank back toward earth." -Green Shadows, White Whale
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Cute.
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