Pat and I were walking after supper this evening, following the curve around Hopewell and reaching the far corner of the development before turning around for home.
We had almost made it to Quail when she saw something off to the right. It was the little black pooshka, moving low and fast, crossing the street and apparently heading toward our house.
We lost sight of her in the yard behind the corner house on Quail, but it wasn't surprising that she showed up soon after we got home.
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