Socks was sitting on the desk, in her little patient way with her paws curled in like a monk in an abbey waiting for me to hurry up. In swaggers Linx, clumping along as usual in her loud manner, meowing her whiskey tenor voice, and I of course laid my stitching down, jumped up and let Linx out. Socks who is sitting there has a bit of a attitude when she goes out next. I noticed it but didn't think much of it.
I remember hearing some scientist when I was a kid talk about how animals didn't reason, but then I have noticed so many times where animals reason and they think and they figure things out. Even as dumb as my chickens are, even they can figure out things too.
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