Letters From the Labyrinth 281

Last Sunday, I said that I was confident that Josie Wales’ new litter only consisted of three kittens. I was wrong. There are six of them. She moved them from under the back stairs to under our front porch earlier this week, after Smoke (the guy who cuts our lawn) mowed the grass. She does not know that I know they are under the porch. I would say that I have finally outsmarted her, except she’s still wise to the fact that I’m trying to tame her enough to catch her and take her to the vet to get spayed. (For new readers, she looks with disdain and contempt at the various humane box traps I’ve set up to catch her over the past year).

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