Oh boy. . . .

One of the windows under the barn had a broken pane.  So the cat-cops removed the glass to keep certain quadrupeds with more height than brains from cutting themselves. Since an open window lets all those nasty polar vortices into a normally cozy area, the pane was temporarily replaced with cardboard and duct tape, but that got poked out; and then a carpet square was tacked in, and that got poked out.  I wonder how?

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