... or from under what Alice mysteriously calls the Credenza, but I know perfectly well to be a Welsh Dresser. Gramsci seemed a little low on toys this afternoon, and was staring under the dresser in a meaningful fashion, so Alice took a long wand (belonging, necessarily, to another cat toy) and poked around underneath it, rescuing various toy mice, corks, bottle caps ... little Grams is in the background, helping to sort them. None of them, of course, are quite as exciting as my toes.
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