I know I promised you knitting updates but, well there hasn’t been much progress (I am retired, where is my knitting time?) and someone (Ned) has needed some attention:

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Every morning and every evening at 5:30 for Ned’s entire life (he’s almost 3 years old), Aurora was fed fish stew.

And every morning and every evening, beginning about 3:30, Ned has diligently reminded me of Aurora’s dining schedule.

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And persistently.

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Every morning and every evening, Ned has received a teaspoon or so of fish stew. (Mostly the fish part, he’s not fond of the “stew”.)

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And he can not, for the life of him, figure out what has happened:

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Those fake cat treats don't cut it. A guy could starve, you know.

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I think he’s worried about his fish supply.

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