One of my favorite things about Frances was that before he would come inside the house, he would always pause to clean his claws on the welcome mat.
Last night at 3:30am instead of either eating or sleeping, the only two things I would find acceptable at that hour, Walter was staring at me and smiling and sticking out his tongue. Cute; the boy knows how to work his audience!
I've forgotten how much longer it takes my bath towel to dry in the cold winter rather than the hot summer. Sad.
Another thing I will greatly miss is that Frances would follow us down the street meowing at us to come back when Dave and I would go for a walk.
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