Write four lines of prose about: the cat burglar.
Despite a thunderstorm in the morning, I was only left with six loaves of bread to put in the freezer at the end of the day, along with about a dozen macaroons to set aside for tomorrow. That's more like it, Osoyoos.
My parents arrived for a weekend visit just before dinner. They'll be staying until Monday, which means they'll be part of Miles' birthday celebration this Sunday.
Very much looking forward to that, while also hoping for some sunshine and warmer temperatures so that we can host it on our deck.
Oh, he's quick and nimble, all right. Flexible, too. He has to be, in his line of work, you know?
But I'm not sure all those bloody scratches are really worth whatever he gets paid for each bag of squirming, screaming cats he collects...