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BigDan
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Here's another cat story, people like cat stories
Oliver was one of the intentional invitees into our home. He came from a shelter. He's tall and slender like a Texan, orange striped, and forever a kitten. I tied his favorite string toy (mouse on the end) to a scratching post that weighs more than he. I'm mean like that. One day, he was playing with it and decided he had to hide it somewhere...he's a hoarder, really got it bad. He drug that scratching post through three rooms, down one step, and onto the back porch!
So I tied the string toy mouse to a dresser on the back porch. For weeks he fought that thing, trying to get his mouse lose. Then one day he got the mouse, somehow, untied from the string.
This is no lie...may lightning strike me. I found the mouse buried up to it's neck in cat litter! I guess the toy mouse messed with the wrong cat.
Oliver was one of the intentional invitees into our home. He came from a shelter. He's tall and slender like a Texan, orange striped, and forever a kitten. I tied his favorite string toy (mouse on the end) to a scratching post that weighs more than he. I'm mean like that. One day, he was playing with it and decided he had to hide it somewhere...he's a hoarder, really got it bad. He drug that scratching post through three rooms, down one step, and onto the back porch!
So I tied the string toy mouse to a dresser on the back porch. For weeks he fought that thing, trying to get his mouse lose. Then one day he got the mouse, somehow, untied from the string.
This is no lie...may lightning strike me. I found the mouse buried up to it's neck in cat litter! I guess the toy mouse messed with the wrong cat.