A Sign

Like a soothsayer in the time of Caesar spreading the entrails to find a portent pleasing to his master, I sifted the dark brown walnut shell sands of the litter box and learned that my vigil over the cat’s digestive troubles is at an end.  I am free to move about as I like.  Hallelujah.

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