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Both are in my garden right now, if of course, you can call the patch of green completely unstructured and over run with basil. Every year I consider ripping out the basil and allowing the other plants a chance at life, then I remember that the yellow breasted finches love it. So, the basil stays.
The best part about these rare days is that staying in feels good and right. As opposed to the blistering hot days that we find ourselves huddled up in our homes. O.K. I find myself huddled up in my home like its the middle of a Siberian winter on any day that's over 105* which generally is the better part of the summer.
The Bengals had a party today, destroying my best lens and filter. How is it that a cat who is afraid of his own shadow can blatantly look at me as he knocks a lens off a secured place? Apparently, it wasn't that secured or he wouldn't have been able to knock it down. This is the same cat who at nine months decided he would knock a bottle of Worcestershire sauce off the top shelf of the pantry, wait for me to walk in and see what had shattered, jump down 7 feet (Really, I've no idea how he got up there he's not a jumper) mover over to the table and perch himself off the side to watch me clean it up. Bengals seem to make Oriental Shorthairs look saintly. Unless of course you count the whole talking all the time thing. If you're counting that then Orientals when hands down every time!
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