Every morning after I feed the kits, I let Fred outside to do his business, since he does not like to use the litterbox any more. Yesterday morning, half asleep, I did not even notice that it was raining buckets, and my yard was flooded. I pened the door for him to come in, and no Fred! After a little while, I got out the umbrella and went looking for him. I can blow my car horn, and he will usually come running. I heard him howling, and was horrified to see him jump down from the gas tank of the neighbor's truck. That is how I think Georgia got killed, jumping from there while it was moving. The yard was an inch deep in water, but he ran up on to the porch. He was not even mad at me for making him get all wet. He just wanted to be cuddled all day, and this morning. I let him out, but watched him from the window. I guess I have to keep an eye on him in the morning now.
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6/30/05 at 6:53am