|photo from Orkin|
[nb: Boaz is as "protective" as Sally, but much more relentlessly, persistently annoying in what exits his throat]...
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Needless to say, I could have walked up the stairs to ask him to cease and desist his clamoring and reassured him that I was, indeed, a murderer of the worst sort, but I chose to leave him in suspense and slink back into the apartment, allowing his imagination to run rampant, and his howly-barks to condemningly follow me back to my courtly oasis as I tried to be quiet so my husband could glean a few more needed minutes of slumber.
I am almost afraid to go into the kitchen and make coffee, because opening the cupboard and refrigerator doors might stir up another dose of you-must-all-hear-her-sharpeni
You mean to tell me I could have just set out some molasses?
*link discovered, but not made, by myself....