O.K. Dad. I've got the holes dug. You put the plants in and we'll go for some Grilled Tuna Pate. Sound good?
Really! I could miss lunch. LOL. Boots was asleep on a porch chair when I started. He woke up, stretched and sat watching me. When I got down to trim out the holes with my hands he jumped down and started digging out his own, Cracked me up. He has been a bundle of joy since we found him under the porch. (But he ain't stayin' here. LOL.)
It's always to have your cat on hand to supervise and keep track of breaks and mealtimes. How would you manage otherwise?
Hmmm. I see I left a word out. I'm glad you could figure out what I was trying to say! Boots really is a fine cat and so elegant looking. What do you mean he's not staying there? Are you not able to keep him?
Really! I could miss lunch. LOL. Boots was asleep on a porch chair when I started. He woke up, stretched and sat watching me. When I got down to trim out the holes with my hands he jumped down and started digging out his own, Cracked me up. He has been a bundle of joy since we found him under the porch. (But he ain't stayin' here. LOL.)
Oh, no, no, no. You'd have to read my first few posts after we found him under the porch November 2, last year. Little abandoned thing fit in my hand he was so small. Its kind of a running joke. "We ain't havin' no cat. He ain't stayin' here. So. I went down and got some kitten milk. Next day = He ain't stayin here. So. I ran to town and got some kitten food and a bed for him." Then I built cat trees, etc,. Then a wellness visit to the vet. Then a visit where, ummmm, he lost his jewels. Its just my old guy humor. He ain't going anywhere. Who would wake up Granny at 6:00 A.M. to open the door to go outside? LOL.
Hmmm. I see I left a word out. I'm glad you could figure out what I was trying to say! Boots really is a fine cat and so elegant looking. What do you mean he's not staying there? Are you not able to keep him?
Ah, I gotcha. I remember your earlier posts now. I used to have a song that I sang to my cats called "I have no cat!" Of course they ignored me completely and ran the household as was their right.
Oh, no, no, no. You'd have to read my first few posts after we found him under the porch November 2, last year. Little abandoned thing fit in my hand he was so small. Its kind of a running joke. "We ain't havin' no cat. He ain't stayin' here. So. I went down and got some kitten milk. Next day = He ain't stayin here. So. I ran to town and got some kitten food and a bed for him." Then I built cat trees, etc,. Then a wellness visit to the vet. Then a visit where, ummmm, he lost his jewels. Its just my old guy humor. He ain't going anywhere. Who would wake up Granny at 6:00 A.M. to open the door to go outside? LOL.