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We have new, vaguely punk rock neighbors.
They have a flock of chihuahuas that bark at all hours of the day and night. My cats look at me blandly, as if to say, "Can't something be done about that? Such dogs are beneath our interest even as a food source." Nothing, for the record, is beneath Little Kitty's interest as a food source. Pretty is less interest in food, more interested in the killing and maiming.
It is 2:04am after Thanksgiving, and I am assailed by the sounds of chihuahuas. Don't they sleep? Of course, i realize what I've done to deserve this, and perhaps could unwittingly recruit the neighbors into the mockumentary.
They have a flock of chihuahuas that bark at all hours of the day and night. My cats look at me blandly, as if to say, "Can't something be done about that? Such dogs are beneath our interest even as a food source." Nothing, for the record, is beneath Little Kitty's interest as a food source. Pretty is less interest in food, more interested in the killing and maiming.
It is 2:04am after Thanksgiving, and I am assailed by the sounds of chihuahuas. Don't they sleep? Of course, i realize what I've done to deserve this, and perhaps could unwittingly recruit the neighbors into the mockumentary.
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