Mine, all mine

Where’s that fat bugger got to? The strange woman from next door’s fussing over me, but she’s no fun - won’t play This Door That Door, for example.

Still, at least now I can sleep wherever I want to.

If I could just entice those ginger buggers into the house when Strange Woman’s not looking they’d be trapped and I’d ‘ave ‘em. Heh, heh.

 

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    Freya says:


    It’s obviously too late at night; it took me ages to figure out that it was Misty posting in your absence(obviously not really, it’s not THAT late and cat’s can’t type that well; something to do with the size of their paws)

    Em³: Misty’s been doing what?! I knew I should have locked away that other laptop!


  2. Apropos norralot, and with really horrible timing of course:
    Any suggested resources for creating PDA-friendly blogversions?

    Ta, and don’t have too much fun now


  3. There’s nothing wrong with the size of my paws - I just get Strange Woman to do it for me - as she does everything else. She spoils me rotten - I have had tuna every other day - I hope that fat bugger doesn’t come back too soon.

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