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Fuzzy's Kitten

My high school best friend has a kitten now. Kitten is named Wysiwyg, or "Whizzy" for short. What you get, evidently, is a fuzzy black kitten. Fuzzy-the-guy had his camera acting up with the flash down, so the photos were even more fuzzy.

I'm glad to see that life is gettiing back to normal. I worry a lot less what with the kitten in the picture, because Fuzzy's more responsible than he used to be, and I don't want to see him drinking himself to death.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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