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Islay is now in my room, sprawled on my bed, and Sparrow is trying to decide if she actually is going to accept the interloper. She started crying pitifully at the garage door, and yes, I caved. I may move her into Nin's room at bedtime since I don't fancy falling asleep with two potentially disgruntled kitties locked in my room.
Geez, she's so worked me!
Geez, she's so worked me!
