Not exactly the next day, more like 3 stress filled days later. He zipped past my studio door. I went outside to find him shivering on the front steps, covered in soot and hungry. I am SO glad he is home. Taz is beside himself and would like Napoleon to stop eating and come down off the washing machine and wrestle.
Phew.
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Phew!
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