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Wasn’t it?

“Ouch!”

Carrie reached up and removed a tiny, razor-sharp claw from her neck The claas attached to a white-tipped paw, attached to a srey relentlessly affectionate tabby cat

“Belinda,” she said, rubbing the scratch, “this is not the right time”

It hadn’t been the right ti, either, when Belly-the-Terrible had been hurling herself at the bedroo for breakfast

The cat stepped delicately froun, then slipped and plunked onto the floor, taking a sheaf of papers with her

“Honestly!” As Carrie grabbed for the papers, her elbow bu over a pile of unpaid bills

In a flash, the cat disappeared up the stairs, all speed and grace when she wanted The lower street-facing part of Carrie’s restored heritage house was devoted to her photography business She nor quarters in the upper level overlooking the garden, and this hy From Belinda’s vocal displeasure, you’d think she spent her days in an airless dungeon, rather than bird-watching on a sunny sill

But given that Belinda had begun life in an actual airless dungeon – a du both mother and kittens – Carrie cut her a lot of slack

Encryption, she thought Wasn’t that the sta that private information was safe? Banks had vaults; vaults were like toht? Encrypted Secret Secure Sealed In the vault, as they said

Was GoDaddy saying that this vault, like Belinda’s dumpster, had been opened?

As Carrie ht occurred to her She had a shopping cart function set up on her website so clients could place orders digitally It couldn’t be compro Didn’t that mean it was secure?

The little wheel-of-death continued its cheerful rotation but just when she thought she’d lose her raphy, looking as it always did

She felt the fa i sticks into strearade soccer tea “cheese”, all the iround Pretty rapher