On the way out to my car tonight, I noticed the black ashtray had left the microwave and was now on the refrigerator. Later, when I came back, it was now on the rustic coffee table on the porch. Holy crap! The ashtrays are migrating north!
Well, at least that's away from my room- no ashtray zombie apocalypse for me.
The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
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