Maybe it was citric acid, present in both items, I believe. He was my cat, but my Favorite Son slept with him every night. I don’t like cat-hair sheets, but somehow, it seems, PV never lost much.
He was the smartest cat I’ve ever seen, but we kept a bell on him in case he got out. It paid off at least twice! The funny side of that was that if he heard a bell that sounded like his, he began calling for another cat! Silly thing.
And now, my exhausted self insists on dragging me down the hall.
See you tomorrow!
I hope you have a good night. I drew some leaves with moderate success. Then I cut up vegetables, and next, I’m going to run the teenbros over to church for youth group.