buut kamp in diz kaze iz mandatoree, pettin a stwaner gittee anna i don't
see dat hersef bringed anee of dat fudz home efur, OEJ
"Cheryl" wrote in message
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Ower hoomin camed home late las nite, an I cud smell thu effidens, round
hur ankuls an on hur hands. shez bin pettin anuthur cat. Boycat fixed wen
notted broke, smells lyke, notted yung, butted notted anshunt or sik
neethur.


An fur this she iz late comin home!!!!

Sam & Cinnamon


I rolled home from my church choir potluck last night (What food!). We
always have it after Christmas because of course being a church choir, the
members are terribly busy before Christmas doing all the usual
pre-Christmas stuff plus all the extra choir practices and services. We do
usually manage to have it before Epiphany, but this year the director left
Christmas Day to spend some time at a big family get-together in Europe,
so we waited for him to get back.

And the host and hostess had a lovely friendly cat. They'd adopted him
(and a female, now sadly some years at RB) from the local 'pound'
(municipal animal shelter) years ago, and praised him to the skies for his
friendly, non-aggressive nature - he's never lifted a claw to or bitten
anyone, not even very young grandchildren who haven't learned yet that you
don't pick up a cat around the middle. He was beautifully behaved, not
jumping up on the tables or counters to sniff the food (unlike some cats I
could name), and not at all shy, spending lots of time with the guests.

Of course I gave him some petting!

Cheryl