I am out back with the cats. Hitler wants to make friends. We doused the cats and pulled the linens. Fleas should be gone in twelve hours. We ran out on shaky and used the cheap stuff. We had pancakes for breakfast and rice for lunch. I need to bathe. It must be a hundred degrees today. The cats like wet socks out of the freezer. Pink sandpaper sprawled out over white pickets. Kiss those sentient beings goodbye.