Confessions of a Midnight Cat Wrangler
Monday, September 16, 2013
Starry, starry morning!
Raggs and I were up at the usual time-- zero dark thirty. We had to go outside in the crisp morning air.
Fall was there-- we felt it.
The stars sparkled.
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