For now the night's sounds are only cicadas, and the hardly less pleasant whine and hum of air conditioners. Two of the feral cats have situated themselves in the back yard to nap after dining on the bit of dry food I put out for them. They are probably glad they don't have to exert themselves to hunt on such a sultry night. They probably enjoyed the fresh water from the bowl I keep on the porch even more, and maybe that's what keeps them hanging about. I keep hanging about for other reasons, and that's their good luck. I wonder how long it will last?
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Luck
For now the night's sounds are only cicadas, and the hardly less pleasant whine and hum of air conditioners. Two of the feral cats have situated themselves in the back yard to nap after dining on the bit of dry food I put out for them. They are probably glad they don't have to exert themselves to hunt on such a sultry night. They probably enjoyed the fresh water from the bowl I keep on the porch even more, and maybe that's what keeps them hanging about. I keep hanging about for other reasons, and that's their good luck. I wonder how long it will last?
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