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I once had cats, Love’d them, then I met you, gave them up, now when it rains, it’s not allowed to rain cats, only dogs, which smell, bark, poop, and demand attention I have no desire to give.

I do make exceptions for a while, but mostly when it rains, it makes the flowers smile.

No, and I’m not on my bike, or playing guitar, I am rejecting phone calls and nature call cause I am writing.

I’m retired, honey, you couldn’t handle it!