Ringo didn't come home for dinner. So that means that maybe he found dinner on the go, or maybe he is injured and can't get home. I don't know, either way, I'm worried about him. Did he get into something? There's nothing I can do but worry. I last saw him about noon as he blazed by the back door then around the front. Nothing to worry about there. Should have come when I shook the asprin bottle. He must be in trouble. He always comes for food.
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