I was trying to get out the door with my hands full, and Fred slipped right out past me, the little stinker! We live right behind the tattoo shop where we work and it is on a busy highway. I kept him in sight for most of his little run, but then I saw him run toward the parking lot. I lost sight of him! I left the back door of the shop open, hoping he would get curious. It took him about 5 minutes to come strolling in like he owned the place. I shut the door behind him and he just sat down. I guess he knew I had him. I picked him up to take him home, and he made the funniest grumbly noise all the way there. He sat on the end of the couch for the rest of the evening, giving me the dirtiest look you ever saw! He still wasn't "speaking" this morning until he got his breakfast. 13 years old and still a brat!
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4/2/02 at 6:54am