August 25, 2010

Four hundred twenty-sixth post

Chicago-kun #426

One day, we were looking around for Chicago and just could not find him. Usually when we can't find him, it means he's somewhere in the garage. Just as I was going to go back into the house, I looked over to the side and a pair of eyes met mine. Chicago jumped from the roof of my car to a spot normally occupied by an ice chest, which had been pulled out for a picnic. This was his sleeping spot for the rest of the week until the ice chest was put back into its place.

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