It's snowing. It has snowed already in Chicago this year, but for some reason this feels like the first snow. My California cat is curled up into himself waiting out another winter, probably wondering what the hell he is doing here, instead of napping under the Berkeley lemon tree he liked so much. Now in our Chicago apartment, when the sun makes its rare appearance, desperate for some rays, he stretches out on the window sill trying to get a winter tan.
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