And then, abruptly, I found them. Were they hurt? No. Sick or deaf? No. Lost? Heck no. They were just lounging in the back yard, apparently soaking up a little sun and waiting for the cabana boy to bring some more fruity drinks. Poor little things. Life is really rough, isn't it?
Monday, October 10, 2005
Life is rough
While puttering around the house I suddenly realized I hadn't seen the cats in hours and got worried about them. I yelled my fool head off calling them and shaking the container of kitty crack (fish treats) to no avail. Getting really concerned I sprinted out the front door, looked up and down the street, frantically poked around the side yards and all over the back yard. Nothing.
And then, abruptly, I found them. Were they hurt? No. Sick or deaf? No. Lost? Heck no. They were just lounging in the back yard, apparently soaking up a little sun and waiting for the cabana boy to bring some more fruity drinks. Poor little things. Life is really rough, isn't it?
And then, abruptly, I found them. Were they hurt? No. Sick or deaf? No. Lost? Heck no. They were just lounging in the back yard, apparently soaking up a little sun and waiting for the cabana boy to bring some more fruity drinks. Poor little things. Life is really rough, isn't it?
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