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| Our cat, Freya. Photo owned by Janice Seagraves. |
My husband got up early to let the dogs out, he picked up the cat, Freya, and stuck her under his bathrobe.
He looked at my tomatoes, now dried up husks, and in the middle of the withered leaves he spotted a bright shinny yellow pear tomato.
Hurrying over to pick the tomato, he then tossed it into his mouth. Startled by the ice cold fruit, he jogged in place.
Freya losing her place in his warm bathrobe, dug her claws in.
Inside, snuggled in my nice cozy bed, I wondered about the yelling was outside. I shrugged and went back to sleep.
