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April 9, 2007
Today the sun came out.
Some of the day I spent in it and some of the day I spent out of it.
In the morning sun we watched the cat play.
The cat was in slight disgrace because this morning I'd caught her at the bottom of the stairs flinging a baby bird around, dead, playing with it like it was a ball of paper, flipping it about, delighted with itself .
I called it 'bitch' and sent it out through the cat flap with a toe in the arse.