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If we don’t get to Charlie first thing in the morning she meows by the front door and waits. Apparently, this morning she was too hungry to wait and took matters into her own…claws. She had just started eating her own freshly caught breakfast when I came out with her cat food. I guess I was thankful that she didn’t smear the insides across the front porch like she usually does, though I am not sure what our fickle feline will do with the leftovers. It’s going to be another long hot day here in Florida and our cat might get a little creative. I just know we have our own Checkpoint Charlie guarding our yard. Cole likes to say she is part of the “No Squirrels Allowed” club he and Adam have formed. My boys think she is the coolest cat in the world.