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The dogs have been lying under the avocado tree today, panting under their fur coats, caught up in the swelter of a Hayward summer day. I looked up from my little office in the back house a few minutes ago to see them huddled around something in the corner of the yard. Imagining an injured squirrel or perhaps a stash of fallen loquats, I went over to have a look. ( Only to discover.... )

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Closed the back office and came into the front house to get ready for my date with ag_unicorn. choirboypuppy is still sitting in the big red chair in front of the TV. I'd swear he hasn't moved since this morning, if not for the pile of...chicken wings? barbecued wings? ribs? what are those things?...on the table next to the red chair. I asked him what they were, and he just stared at me vacantly, eyes blank, mouth ajar. Honestly, I'm a little scared. I did lock the front door this morning, but there's that loose vent in the garage. Being dead, they can fold themselves to get through the smallest spaces without pain.

Zombie? or teenaged boy?

I can't find the cats anywhere.