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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