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It’s winter here in Southern California, which means bitterly cold temps plummeting into….oh, the low sixties sometimes. And that means Inkblot needs a blanket to burrow under. Today, he’s chosen an old American Airlines blanket that we reserve for his use. On the right, Scrabble Cat is helping Marian puzzle out her next play. Don’t ask me why, but as soon as we pull out the Scrabble board, Domino instantly jumps up on the table and starts roaming around for no apparent reason. At least, for no reason apparent to those of us stuck in the mundane four dimensions of human reality.
