Dear Meep:
I was wrong. You are a genius. You could be the reincarnation of Nostradamus. Or maybe you really are a cat Buddha, the way we sometimes joke.
I am sorry I misread your strange behavior over the past two days. I am sorry I yelled at you for running around and meowing incessantly at invisible objects. I am sorry for being angry because you kept me up at night.
Because tonight we had a magnitude 4.4 earthquake. And I really think you knew it was coming.
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