Mazy got out this morning. Someone left the gate open at the side (no idea who, because apparently, all three of the back and side yard cameras went dead in the last week) and out she went. Thankfully, she came after I called her a few times, from a block away.
Fuck me. I thought we’d lost her. My wife never would have forgiven me (or herself, depending on who left the gate open).
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1559 words, novella: The Mungk