Suddenly Sambo, our gray stray, spent a period being sprayed with the
kitty discipline bottle. I’d gotten him once, Angie got him once,
then we both reached for the water at the same time. It caused a bit
of a chuckle.
“We should go do something,” Angie told me. “Something to get out of
the walled in mind set.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I’d like to raid one of the Frats…”
“Raid? I don’t know what you mean.”
“We’ll break in and swipe something. Like their letters banner or
“That’s not such a great idea, Angie.”