First, a friend who was moving ended up leaving most of his books with me. One of the books is "The Life and Times of St. Francis", and both Charles and Allie seem to know that St. Francis is the patron saint of animals, because each of them at different times today took a nap lying on top of it.Second, the dish that Charles has his head in contained catnip. Allie was actually roughly where he was (there was another dish on the floor with Charles' catnip), but Charles chased her away to take her catnip. I can only assume that the wild party held by the potsmokers across the hall influenced him to behave this way. I'm glad to see that Allie did come back to sleep on the arm of the couch.
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Excellency, you may have a rich mission field literally right outside your door. Have you considered printing up ICCC-lettered athletic wear for distribution, and maybe offering a tailgate party in the complex parking lot before Vespers? Once you get the neighbors in the door, and they see the far-out liturgies, they might think it is part of some arcane fraternity initiation and sign up for confirmation. Fr. Tessone and I can teach you the rudiments of "bro-speak" from our own fraternity days if you think this idea has potential.
Hmmm . . . Lukacs, I'll have to take that idea under advisement . . .
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