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It's been a doozy of a week. I'm prescribing myself some mindless t.v., a large glass of something cold and alcoholic and lots of kitty cuddles from this boy. I'm sure Harley would like to get in on the action but she ate fried onions out of a pan I left unattended and I don't want her anywhere near me.

I may have seen a hawk flying through the backyard. First I saw Little Red pressed tightly up against the trunk of the tree, motionless, a fox squirrel sat very quietly on the fence and, opposed to what usually goes on in my garden, there were no sounds. And then a big whitish brown bird flew off. After that, things slowly turned back to normal.
I will get VERY upset if something messes with my buddies.