Dear Friend,
This morning I found the note I wrote myself to remind me that I was supposed to be at your house yesterday to look at your yard project. The note was on the floor under my desk. It had two tiny little holes in it and had been slightly masticated. I asked Murphy if he knew how this had happened and all he could say was, “Ich, ich…” I really have no excuses except to blame it on Murphy. http://cattalesbymurphy.blogspot.com/
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