(I wasn't invited to Netroots Nation.)
I hear skirmish. Run into living room. Bootsy and Lucky at standoff. Lucky under desk. Bootsy standing there, growling.
I clap my hands. Bootsy runs away.
Lucky still under desk, peering out wide-eyed. Bootsy watching him from rug in front of sofa. Falls asleep.
Lucky sneaks away, uses cat box.
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