As I type this I think my cat is going to hump my shoes.  He is going nuts on them. 
It is the smell of fresh cut grass that has him going bonkers.  I had to cut the grass before the rain comes tonight otherwise I might have a jungle by the end of the week.  
So with the work done, I can sit back and relax with a beer.  Isn't that the universal reward for cutting grass?
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