The Girls
Tap and I are on the back porch, watching it rain and hearing it thunder. This was Maddie and Riley's favorite place, and I'm sad that Riley never made a path for herself once her eyesight started
going. He's sniffing around, finding dropped treats and, I'm sure, picking up on both cats' scents.
I still think I hear them padding into the kitchen. There are a few things of theirs I haven't put away yet. So many of you understand, I know.
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