The cat brought in a giant, spotty slug and left it on the sofa where I would poke it thinking it was some sort of scrap of fabric... only to find it was a giant, spotty slug with its head chewed off.
There were giant things rustling in the reeds as the dog and I nervously walked to the street lamp around the corner. Neither she nor I wanted to linger tonight. Rustle, rustle, rustle. More scary to imagine what it was--nine-foot tall psychopath? zombie deer? baskerville hound??? inflatable Grim Reaper gone walkabout???-- than to see (soft-eyed doe deer??? raccoon???)
Back home, footsteps followed us--heavily--up the stairs.
The cat needs to go on a diet, again.
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