Humans shouldn’t sleep under tables.  They should sleep up high, like us.  Sleeping under tables is for dogs.

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I’m a week behind on being Curious!
1) When did you have the weakest self-confidence ever?
After my first attempt at catching a squirrel.
2) Among the people you know, who would you choose to be able to read all your thoughts?
Well, my female. Online, probably the Baron, since he already reads his daughters’ thoughts. Mostly.  So he wouldn’t [...]

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Apparently, you are working on whiskers.  Good luck with that.

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These are not the renters, either. Not mine, anyway.

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They do.  And one of the things that comes up a lot, in your catalogues (heh) of envy is our economy of motion.  So I will give you a chance to practice.  See the block on the side with the picture of the youngling in it?  If you click it, you can go to a [...]

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And funny.  And accurate.

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He would sit on the female’s stomach, because she was the only one he wasn’t scared of, and hum to the youngling inside–and when he came out, he was Daniel’s pet!

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Catnip that grows in between the pavers. *rolls*
What are you missing out on because you don’t look down?

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They like grass.  They don’t throw up when they eat it, though.

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It rained, last weekend, and the ground was all wet–they took mud and put a new edge on the nest where last year’s younglings ripped it off, learning to fly. 
The big male moved all the chairs from the patio into the garage.  They don’t let me watch long.

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