I run up the stairs, urged on by the urgent urgency in her tone. She points toward the sliding door to the second-story balcony -- "Do you see the Snowy Owl in our tree?"
I look. I see:
[image: Something white high in a tree]
I shake my head in confusion. While it is not utterly impossible that we might have a Snowy Owl appear in this region, it's highly unlikely that I'm going to see one in the day.I look again. Then I realize that I'm seeing this:
[image: White Cat butt]
Which is also this:[image: Floofy goofy white cat on stairs playing with Beloved's head]
I live with two scamps.[image: Beloved and White Cat in tree together]
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