Lucky the cat lives at bottom of our street. On our early morning walks, she will often ambush Ted and me as we pass by her house. She jumps out right behind us just as we think we are in the clear, and gives us both a heart attack. In the afternoon, however, she is another cat entirely. Lots of tummy rubs from all the kids walking home from school and wide-eyed purring.
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