I woke up to the sound of breaking glass last
night. It seems, while looking for an escape route, Inky had knocked
over a heart stemmed champagne glass I had sitting in a window.
Fortunately for me it was just a cheap trinket from the dollar
store; unfortunately for Stinky Inky, his rambunctiousness got him
banished (with his blankets and food dishes) to the Carolina Room for
the rest of the night. That room might be cooler than the main house,
but it is still well above freezing, and we all got a good nights sleep.
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