Every so often, I don't get a chance to tell my story. Yesterday was like that. It was a nice day. By that I mean it rained again. That makes them so very pleased that I have to be cheerful for them. I looked out the window, and the grass is still brown, so I guess it has to rain some more.
They had a wonderful time at Cleo'sPeople's house. They always do. I was right about them bringing home something from that dinner. She is going to fix it for Their dinner tonight, and I will be right there for my sample. He says the meat is so tender that it just falls apart. Cleo'sDad cooked it.
They watched all of the shows that He brought home from the bookstore and He went back to get some more. It was a real discovery, finding mysteries about two ladies who grow flowers. It is kind of new and different, and They just love it. They also like the stories about the French guy who solves mysteries. They say They are mystery buffs.
A little more rain came today. It is better when it comes without all the noise and light flashes, but She says She will take it any way She can get it. It is kind of a good sign, I believe. Well, since He has put down a new bowl of water, I believe I'll have a nice big drink. Sy-o-nara.
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