I can dig it he can dig it she can dig it we can dig it they can dig it you can dig it
Oh, let's dig it - can you dig it, baby?
Oh, let's dig it - can you dig it, baby?
Everything here is so clear, you can see it
And everything here is so real, you can feel it
And it's real, so real, so real, so real, so real, so real
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it, baby?
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I really wish I could let my cats out, but it just isn't possible here. The late, great Katy loved being outside and I had a harness to take her into the backyard. She put up with the harness just so she could lay in the grass.
Tinks is carrying on a old tradition of my cat Rocky's by lying (laying?)* in the grass so long that slugs crawl up into his fur. It's like trying to get gum out of his hair. Yuck.
And I found out last night that Pony is two-timing me! While I'm at work during the day, he goes over to my next-door neighbor's house to be petted.
*This is driving me CRAZY. I mean, technically, it should be "lying", right? But doesn't that sound like he's telling untruths in the grass? I'M CONFUSED.
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