The sun was actually out the other day. Not in that dreary-gray winter sky overcast sort of way, but like that new neighbor who seems fascinating and friendly at first and quickly becomes annoying with the late partying and still managing to be up at the ass-crack of dawn on your days off. As though the sun's giving fair warning that we'll be sick to death of it in six months. However, it's winter right now (though the thermometer totally had me fooled today) and so when the sun was out, I opened all the curtains and let it come streaming through the living room window. I was not the sole beneficiary. Because it seems as though my wonderful writing mascot, Iron Mike, has developed some decidedly feline tendencies. I mean, yesterday I surprised him when I came home from work at an abnormal time. Surprised him so badly that he fell out of his bed into his food bowl , and scattered dry dog food across the kitchen floor. How'd he manage that? Well, his bed might actu...
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