Sawyer's cat (I like the hair)
In the beginning I realized that there was a such thing as free time, and had a hard time remembering what to do with myself. Once my bare feet crossed the porch threshold and carried me out to the grassy lawn; it didn't take long to remember.
My evenings have been spent with cups of tea, long conversations, numerous board games and of course my personal favorite- the delicate art that is cat harassing.
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