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Dinner time, tabby reappeared from her hiding spot about an hour ago. Lad was still in the washing machine box. Supervisor casually saunters along, she's not scared of visitors that clambered on the roof earlier. I put down the bowls and call them, lad squeezes out of the box like black toothpaste and goes to hide under my desk. He often has a stern look on his face and yet he's such a quiet, gentle, sweet boy. Even when he tries to playfight with me it's done cautiously.