Walked over to the cairns and touched them both, and sat down, a little
nostalgic and sad - either Max or Beast had been with me for 22 years.
Then came a morose little cry, something like the Siamese used to make
when we played hide-and-seek and he couldn't find me.  
It's Quinn, he'd followed me but lost me on the path, so I called him.
He walks past the woodpile and sees me, I make a little noise at him:
Tail up!  And off he goes into the woods so I get up and follow, making
raucous noises at him.  As soon as I get within 10' off he goes again
50' deeper and up a tree.  
Another voice heard from!  Willie's joined us, lo, when I answer him
*he* runs off and scratches on a log, looking back at me.  Willie
doesn't play this game much so goodo!  I make some noises at him.
Meanwhile Quinn takes off again and runs a circle with me at the apex of
the arc and jumps on the woodpile to scratch.  I miss my old guys but
I'm pretty lucky to have my "new" ones.  Norm
   
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"In 2005, the refining margin...has exceeded $20 per barrel, far above
the long-term average of $6.  That has meant record profits for oil
companies and refiners"  NYT 2005/09/11