Letters From the Labyrinth 286

Strange weather here along the Susquehanna River. It’s the middle of June but the temperature has been in the sixties most of the day. This time of year, it should, at the very least, be in the high-eighties to mid-nineties. My garden likes it, though. And so do the feral kittens. They are now old enough to adopt out to good homes, and I intend to start doing that after I get home from signing books at Tremendicon in Missouri next weekend. As a result, I’m trying very hard not to get too attached to this litter. But that’s hard to do when they are so freaking cute, and as a result, I’ve given them temporary names: Runt, Baby Girl, Dallas Jr., Braveheart, and Hissy McFurface.

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