Count Puckula

As soon as Friday the 13th rolled around, my black cat knew it was his day to shine. And by “shine”, I mean “basically lurk in the shadows like he always does.”

Puck

He’s pretty good at that.

Puck

Black cats are pretty good luck. Even the ones fat enough to take up a lot of real estate on your desk.

A nice warm day

You have no idea how much a nice warm day – and by “warm” I mean “65 degrees with a pretty good wind so we’re probably talking about 62 tops” – is welcome after several weeks of near-constant snow and ice. Since the beginning of the year one could be excused for thinking we’ve gone through more icing than a cake shop. Anyway, the cumulative effect of a relatively nice warm day was… happy faces.

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