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It's early morning in Maine, one of those frosty not-quite-winter mornings. A thin layer of ice formed on the windshield on the truck. It's so pretty, a sparkling pattern made by nature, blowing her breath upon the glass. Looks like a feathery white fern, the season is changing. Colors reflect in the sunlight, like a pearlesque diamond. He always goes out to the truck, starts it, and goes back inside while it warms. It's a morning routine....coffee, breakfast, put the dogs out, maybe argue a little because it's fun. A little teasing before caffeine is much more effective than in a fully alert state. However, this particular morning, I'm not there. I have duty so I'm at work. My husband is at home alone, arguing with...himself, I suppose. Time to go. He opens the screen door, and shuts the house door behind him, locking it. He looks down to pet out kitty, Tom. Our beautiful fluffy black Maine Coon cat. Except... it's.. not.... Tom!!!! SKUNK!!!!!!!! He's trapped between the screen door and house door, keys in the truck. A waiting game, skunky-boy definitely has the upper hand here. I wish I could have been there to laugh a little...okay, a LOT! He wasn't dressed to stand for 20 minutes in the cold, a Mexican stand-off. And that's why he was late! |
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