The other evening, that girl and I sat outside on the
back deck watching mid-level clouds slowly clouding by and watching waves
shuffling across the lake below. Suddenly, a gust of wind kicked through the tall native grasses in my yard and swept
up a giant hairball that quickly whisked off in front of our faces and vanished
in the expanse of low hills around us.
Obviously, the hairball was about 10 percent of one of my 40 pounds of
housecat. I just grimaced and said, “Well,
that was bound to happen sooner or later.”
--Mitchell
Hegman
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