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I was just stooging around the bin area in that dopey looking block of flats 10 doors along in Glenmore Road. She shoulda known that smart sassy cats (loik me) always go on scrounge-patrol when its dark!
Geez, I got her a beauty when she tried to pick me up, though. Was okay being back "home", I guess. Dying for a drink!
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Why, that beast!
Yeah, but he's our beast and now he is just happy to have my toes scratch behind his ears.
BTW all doors and windows = shut! One of my own cats NEEDS to go outside, so I opened a niche. She always comes back; and, I am resigned if she does not. I understand that, for her, it is as essential as breathing. My other cat just needs nail polish.
bloody cat
... yeah ...
Julie - there's a little up-date on Chuckeroon at Richard's - in the comments from Jilly.
http://blog.richardtugwell.com/index.cfm/2009/12/26/Ganymede--Lake-Zurich#comments
A cats, such wonderful creatures ... I just wish they would not eat birds.
I have a crab-pot, and a river.
At least you'd know where he was for a few days.....
;-)
*chuckle*
Not sure that the anxious "parents" would be so keen. However, my poor arm is in recovery mode. My fault for not realising he would panic.
Joan, 'tis all but a pecking order. Geese and ganders, etc.
Must go an buy something disgustingly unhealthy for a BBQ sing-a-long this evening.
Ciao y'all ...
Bloody cats indeed but I'm extremely glad he came back.
Nuaghty puss. Thats the problem with cats they don't come when you call them. They expect you to go to them and then they scratch you. Give me a dog any day.
Yes, I can see the difference. However, this cat does not recognise either me or my house and simply was upset. Neither of my cats would react that way. Kirsten and I have agreed that I will not have him over again.
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