Poor Butcher

I don’t even know what happened after I went to bed, but I woke up to a different cat than the one that was in the house, poop in the tub, a knocked-over cactus, a distraught dog, and the Butcher’s phone smashed to smithereens. These things probably aren’t all related, but it makes for one hell of a crime scene.

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  1. So, it appears that the Butcher shut his phone in a car door. The new kitty pooped on the floors, but the Butcher threw it in the tub. The storm knocked over the cactus and the dog, I guess like me, wondered why the Butcher didn’t just throw the poop in the toilet–a place equidistant from the floor as the tub.

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