A quarter of the way through my last smoke of the day (I hope), which is year 2024 KBV Mr. Christian's Haunted Virginia in a straight, black sandblasted 1980s Comoy’s Mark-2 G * 6 (4) bulldog with a black vulcanite saddle stem. Daisy the Feral Princess wanted out so she could survey her domain, which means what she sees is hers.

I let Harry the Hairy back in. He ate, walked around, got attention from me, and did a little purring when he got a good back scratch. He purrs softly, and when he does, his eyes light up with joy. He has a very happy face when loved on. Tomato the Brave is still snoozin' on the couch, and when he was snoring, Harry looked him with puzzlement. Then, Harry looked at me the same way, turned his head back to Tomato and then back to me as if to ask me if it was hurricane season.
