They must call it “sawing logs” for a reason. Sitting at home, relaxing on a Friday afternoon, I heard a distant buzzing sound. I glanced around the room to locate my aging cat, as he snores somewhat loudly these days. He was not in sight. I continued what I was doing.Several minutes later, I walked past the window in front of the house and saw men with chainsaws hunched over where a tree had been half an hour earlier. I guess I owe my cat an apology.
2 comments:
Is your cat going to do anything about the stumps?
You mean, like, fill them in? Let’s hope not!
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