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WELCOME TO WIDOW'S BAY: meet our favorite residents!!

tom — "the skeptic" patricia — "the final girl" wyck — "the believer"

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"Uneven orange cat 🍊"

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Charithra Chandran as Edwina Sharma

part 50

Now, normally Flynn "finds" benches when we're in the woods & there are only a few seats total. However, a few days ago we went for a short walk round the old churchyard & along the length of one side of the church is a whole long row of benches. I DID sit down on the 1st bench Flynn "showed" me, which he was pleased about. Here he is monitoring my sitting:

After a cpl of minutes, Flynn decided a) he was bored &/or b) I'd had enough rest, so he encouraged me back up. We continued on our way... well, sort of. Flynn passed one bench, but we had a standoff beside the one after that, because he wanted me to sit & I did not want to sit. In the pic below, it looks like he was merely sniffing the seat. No. Flynn was alternately poking at the bench with his nose & then staring me dead in the eye, to make sure I was getting the message...

Despite my attempts to jolly him along, our progress down that row of benches was s l o o o o w... Flynn would sulkily go past one or 2, but then decide I should definitely sit on the next bench & we'd have another standoff. This last pic was at the last but one bench. Flynn was now quite annoyed with my wilfulness. For a few seconds he just looked at me & then he suddenly slapped his paw on the bench & then he did it again & just waited. The message was clear: "See where my paw is? You sit right there! Sit!!".