baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Front Porch Haunting A cat died in the shade of my Camellia bush last week. Every time I walked onto my porch, my nose would catch a whiff of its decomposition, and I assumed that perhaps one of my own cats had deposited a gopher on the front porch as a token of appreciation. The dead kitty was buried this morning, but its scent is still there-wrapped around the plants, the wood and the sprinkler heads. 2:38 p.m. - 2002-06-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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