Tuesday, July 22, 2014

feline fustration

Really, it's too bad - they think - why can't they be allowed out to catch the little lizard that's on the table covering out there?  Mind you, batting the window in a frenzied fashion is tolerable at breakfast time: in the middle of the night, it's not - and last night mice were using the outside bedroom window sill as a super-highway, given the pounding that the window itself was receiving at the end of Walter and Moth's paws.

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