Phoebe’s Log – 6:45 AM, Monday.
He sits in the window waiting. Slight twitch in the tail as the faint sound of a door closing outside breaks the silence of the early dawn hours. I know it’s her – The Lady Next Door. Red coat and all, easing slowly down the front stairs and then at the bottom, she pauses to take in a few breaths and surveys the land….silence. silence in the dark morning that brings forth the new workweek….and then….the silence is shattered.
Crosby’s Log – 6:46 am