These are beautiful summer nights here in NJ. Not all that buggy, and very quiet.
I am relaxing with the latest Model Railroader magazine at the picnic table. Tiger, the Wonder cat is out and about. He really likes that.
A certain control freak will shortly be home, and I will be asked "Where is Tiger?"
The "I don't know" answer doesn't work very well. Stress will ensue.
If the scars on my forearms are any indicators, I would not want to be the animal Tiger encounters at any time, day or night.
Tragically, there is a difference of opinion in this matter.
What sentient human manufactures stress, I ask you?
Within the hour, Tiger is back, safe and sound.
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