On the same week that the Chargers are playing the Carolina Panthers, we had a panther move into the house for a little while. My sister's cat is staying with us until they get settled into the new place in Northern California. It took about 9 hours for Matilda to figure out that she was in the house but only a day or two for the panther to realize that Matilda is not a vicious hunter. So while the picture isn't that clear our Friday night is set. She's lolling on the window sill, I'm bored to pieces by the McCain "speech" and Matilda is playing Meercat Manor all around us.
PS. I heart pandas not pandering.
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