In the "My Cat Is Weird" file, when the sun came up this morning, Lex started circling me like a shark, meowing that it was time to get up and pet him already. Skilled as I am in ignoring him, I waved him off. He, however, was not to be deterred and stomped across my pillow, picking up a lock of hair in his mouth and saying, MRPH? through his teeth.

In Soviet Russia, cat puts you on leash.

Guess who showed up on the milkweed en force last week? Guess who ate the whole thing? Guess who needed 8 new plants, the last few in the city that all the other soft-hearted butterfly lovers hadn't bought for their bugs? Mhm. You know.

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