I walked the 38th Street Loop this afternoon in 31:12. I haven't seen Sam since Saturday night. I thought she'd show up when it quit raining, but she hasn't. Sam is my least favorite of these cats, but, man, I miss her. I'm about a day short of stapling Zeroxed photos of her to telephone poles (that written, I recognize that the time I've heretofore spent worrying about these fucking cats was wasted. They're expert at taking care of themselves, I know).
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