Warren Harding's Love Letters

Warren Harding was one of our more notorious presidents, but the man was a pretty serious lover. His steamy love letters to his mistress, Carrie Fulton Phillips, have been made available to the public this year. I am keeping one of his poetic efforts.

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Wednesday Morning

I starved the cats. Inadvertently. I slept solid. I actually did wake up at about five and could have spared them some languishing, but I figured, why not wait another couple of hours and get a better chance at getting them inside?

Carpe Diem

A relatively cool morning. Overcast. It’s Trash Day. I was inspired to take care of the cats’ litter box. Score one for me: an opportunity recognized and seized. Now if only I could get this haircut behind me!

Ash

Today it is Ash conducting a contest of wills with me. She will not come inside. Since it is almost five o’clock, she has fairly won. I didn’t make it easy for her. If she is willing to stay outside in that heat without food, without water, and alone without companions (with Coco and Sammy inside with me), then I guess she can have it. She won’t even let me grab her. I wonder what is going on in that feline psychology of hers. Is this a demonstration of independence?

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Ash comes inside at five-twenty. I guess she made her point. I'll keep them in till seven.