We left town on a Friday when this beaver dam was half built. It was complete by Sunday and completely gone a week and a half later.
We had a good chestnut crop this year which the squirrels seem to have taken advantage of, as there are nothing but spiked shells left for the humans.
The chipmunks have not learned to fear Mr. Splashy Pants, and she has not learned they exist, but someday she'll notice and stalk them, just as diligently as she hunts the bees in the gomphrena.
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Mr. Splashy Pants is looking pretty good. I believe it may yet develop into a passable cat. A neighbor begged for some of our highly bred and sought after kittens; therefore, after much soul-searching we relented and parted with two fine yellow and white kittens. We only have about 20 cats left!!!
mister's father
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