Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware

It was raining hard. She cried to go out. She has a biggest mouth of any cat I have ever had. So I let her out. She just sat there. After a few minutes, the wind changed and she was blown off her perch. She screamed to come in. And it was all my fault.

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