In the I guess it had to happen eventually--the calm of our morning routine was broken by sqweeling from our downstairs neighbor. Poor Roger puts up with so much to get him morning habit it--chickens, kids, Don's construction project de jur. This morning it was a gift from Mighty Puma. She brought home a squirrel in the night and left it on the path for us. (I guess she couldn't squeeze it through her window. Phew! That might have been the end for Puma.) That will teach Roger to come out in his slippers.
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