![]() ![]() ![]() When I asked the persons who rescued her, where they rescued her from they pointed over there. MY FRONT PORCH! I had to put of flyers in the neighborhood to get her back. Only cat I ever lost was rescued from my front porch twice by people who thought she was lost. One cat was forced to move with us 5 times over a 5 year period, was amazed we didn't lose her packing. I lived on busy streets, near railroad tracks, and on farms. Once summer hit 90% outdoors and 10% indoors. Most were mostly outdoor except when winter hit then they became "its too wet/cold I will find a litter box cats". Penny: Hmmm, average life span of my cats (5 of them) was 15 to 18 years (current cat just past 11, healthy strong, and thinks she is queen). Some days, simple goofiness rings my bell. It is simple, obvious, dry, almost predictable, but those qualities are precisely what I like about it. This one of his is an odd idea that just hit me the right way. BizarroBlog commentators are well familiar with Derek's stream-of-consciousness postings and the challenges they present to readers. The one above is mine, the one below is an idea from my kooky friend Derek, who haunts this blog like the specter of an ancient Scottish king in a drafty castle. While I was away in Californy this week I missed a few postings, so here are two to catch up a bit. Personally, I'd prefer to die quietly in my sleep. Others are more fortunate to get the king cobra variety – one bite, dead soon. In a very real sense, some people get the cat version of the reaper, dying slowly over time. It was inspired by the myriad critters my cats bring inside the house to torture to death over the course of the day. ![]() Here's a dandy little cartoon about the Grim Reaper as a cat. ![]()
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