Today was a nutty day at our house. The housecleaner came early this morning with her baby in tow and so the keeper brought out a travel cage, stuck Cecil in it, and left for the vet. Cecil stayed the day there and was quite the hit with the vet techs. He got shots and attention. I thought he was being sent back to Whisker City. But no, he came home at the end of the day. The baby left, and the house smells a lot cleaner and less dusty now. But the keeper told me I could spend the day outside and come in and out at my leisure, which I did. It was nice. But the keeper went out to pretend she was a tourist in the city today. She forgot that real tourists were all over the place, though. She brought home a bag of pinon and mesquite incense from her favorite Tenzing Momo in Pike Place Market. She strolled the market, wanting nothing, but marvelling at all of the tourists wandering around in flip flops and cut offs, shivering while looking at their maps. But better were all the colors and smells and languages that swirled around.
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