Ozzie, the Terrorist Kitty has gone AWOL

I keep looking out the window. It doesn’t matter where I am in this house. I gaze out the windows in whatever room I’m in. My primary closet has a window that looks out onto the front porch and the huge front yard beyond. That sounds weird, but the road is more than 100 yards away. Nobody can see me. It’s a lovely view. Our sunroom, which includes the part that holds my book-surrounded cubby, has five large picture windows. Every few minutes, I look outside. I am looking for Ozzie the Terrorist Kitty. That is the name he was given when we adopted him last August. The spelling is different,...

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