re: #256 iceweasel

It’s totally silent here except for the rain lashing the windows and the occasional yowl from the cat— she’s in heat and celebrates by performing a pole dance on the back of the chairs. There is a smell of poop, too— I have to change her litter.

I’ll save the rest for email. ;)

You can always rely on the cats to create their own little version of Hooterville.

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