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I love evenings when we share Person's lap while she sketches in her little book because when Dog is alseep I can play with her ears then Person says, "look girls, I drew you," which doesn't impress me much because that wakes up Dog and she moves her ears away from me.
Right out the door. Slithered through the cracks like a snake. No, an invisible snake. I was thatgood.
Usually they notice the flash of white at their feet and come chasing after me (which I love, you should see them hop around on the rocky ground in wet socks it's hee-larious) but this time I was extra stealthy.
No one even noticed I was gone. Other Person opened the front door to get something from the porch and there I was, waiting on the mat to trot in on my own. Just like Dog does. She whimpers pathetically and they stop whatever they're doing to open the door, to let her out, to let her in. Whatever. People can be sort of dumb.
Anyway. I'm feeling smug today. Watching the neighborhood out the window (I was just there, you know). My friends the Sweatercats are all very impressed.