Good Morning, Humans.
It is a sunny, warm May FreyaDay, and I am sitting under the table.
My perch on the window is not restful. There is too much going on in the streets of city below.
Chicago is full of noisy Humans right now. I am sitting under the table until they all go home.
It is a warm, May FreyaDay, but I am sitting under the table.
Thank gods it's FreyaDay!
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