Sunday, June 19, 2005
> meow
Mao was last seen prowling the ledge of our livingroom window, where she always goes for a walk and a suntan; at 10am ... tis now 1120pm and we've yet to hear a single meow ... spending the past week lying near the frontdoor of the house, waiting for my dad to come home, ever alert and sittingup whenever someone opens the door ... Mao meowed ever so often, perhaps asking where dad was? and i dun
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