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2003-10-27 | 2:30 p.m.

Still no cat. This is what I get for chuckling when the neighbor, Claudette, warned me to keep the cat inside because she suspected that they were being picked up late at night and sold to laboratories for experimental purposes.

Now I don't dare ask Claudette if she's seen the cat even though she hears the grass growing. I like her but I think she will tsk at me. I can't bear being tsked.

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