Pals

Decided to include this one despite the overexposure in the background.

Actually, the cat (Grålle) was a pal. We had received e-mail from
our house-sitter, saying that our poor stressed-out cat Oscar wasn't
feeling well at all. We'd figured he would have problems due to our
extended absence — and he did. We started to worry.

But that first night at Udden, Grålle decided to sleep in our room.
He purred like a madman. Laurie thinks he was trying to convey to us:
"Hey, your cat's going to be ok — ok? Besides which, *I* am here."
He was right on both counts.

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© 2006 Mike Arst