Dear Diana,
...Started to spar. A bad young man kicked me in the hindquarters. Now, even though this was my first sparring day, even I knew I shouldn't have been kicked there. I said, "Um, he kicked me here." Then I walked away a few inches (out of the ring, see, just assuming that I was out anyway). Then, wonder of wonders! SHE berated me for talking back to an instructor, and she all but shoved me out of the ring. After class, she walked over and threatened me, and berated me more. When she was done, I went a foot or so, and she said, "I'm not done. Don't walk away." I begged her pardon, and said, "I'm sorry, and I..." I was speaking to air.
For supper, we had food. (see www. kitty. com for details)
I had orchestra (see www. kitty. com for details)
It's bedtime (see www. kitty. com for details)
Kitty
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