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où est le chat?

Our morning ritual: I carry a mug of tea and lean on the railing. She walks along the railing. And then jumps into the bushes. And then crunches through the leaves. And then squeezes under the fence into the neighbor's yard. And then climbs a tree. And then jumps down. And then crawls through the blackberry bush. And then creeps through the garden.

And when she's done, we both head inside for breakfast.

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