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August 12, 2002

We have a neighborhood cat named Newman. Newman as in, "Hello, Newman." Some families call him Norman. Apparently he was left here by his last owner. I have seen him lounging in our back yard, perched in the upstairs window of our neighbors house, and I have been told that he often goes inside the house across the street via the doggie door. Yesterday, we heard scratching on the back door that leads out to the garage. I got up to see what it was. There was Newman, stuck in our garage. Who knows how long he had been in there. He appeared very happy to get out. He's not proud...he takes hand outs. He's kind of a cute cat, white on the bottom and different shades of brown on the top. He seems very happy, roaming the neighborhood. It doesn't seem to bother him one bit that his previous owner left him behind.

A little addition to the Madison and Helena story. I witnessed the ride first-hand today from the rear view mirror of my car. They lie down in the back of the El Camino while their dad speeds down the street. And today, they did it dressed as ballerinas, pink tutus and all.

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