It's pouring down rain--not purrrring down rain. And I guess it's inappropriate to say it's raining cats and dogs because I still haven't seen any cats in Quito.
Some of you with really warped senses of humor have suggested I ought to be careful what I eat in light of the absence of cats. I hear they taste like chicken.
Still No Cats
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Hi Kim,
I read all your entries and your wonderful, sensitive, insightful entry about Dan and losing him and love was of course especially poignant to me. Poetry! I am jealous of your inclusion, your passion, your adventures, and yes..even your inconveniences since this proves that you my friend are so ALIVE. Love Sandy
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