Posted by Loulou on Aug 6, 2013 | 1 comment

WHAT’S THAT? The doorbell rang, making me jump straight up out of my dream. Jehovah’s Witness? Neighbors wanting to use our parking space (happens all the time—mostly they just use it and don’t ask…c’est la vie)? Young pregnant-two-weeks-away-from-delivery neighbor across the street needing a midwife, quickly? I meowed my worry....

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