snicker, snicker!

Around 9:30pm, I go out looking for Little Boy. Most of the time, he sort
of wanders on up with a "Here I am!" greeting and we go inside.

But he has a mischievous streak too.

One night, he was on the second-floor walkway, watching me walk past him.

Tonight, I'd call his name and walk past the deeply-shadowed foot path.
Each time, I could swear I heard whispered snickers and whispered, "shhhh!"
Finally, I noticed Butterscotch, one of the ferals. I took a closer look,
and barely made out a grey puddle of shadow.

Oh, there he was! I picked him up and got a whine of "But I'm not doooone
plaaaaaying with my friends yet!" from him.

We went inside anyway. Poor kitty!


Hugs and Purrs,
Mark
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Proof of Sanity Forged Upon Request

O T has gotten so he growls at me when I turn off the monitor. Like, "Hey a
message may come in that I consider important from Harri Roadcat, please
leave it on".
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Around 9:30pm, I go out looking for Little Boy. Most of the time, he sort
of wanders on up with a "Here I am!" greeting and we go inside.

But he has a mischievous streak too.

One night, he was on the second-floor walkway, watching me walk past him.

Tonight, I'd call his name and walk past the deeply-shadowed foot path.
Each time, I could swear I heard whispered snickers and whispered,
"shhhh!"
Finally, I noticed Butterscotch, one of the ferals. I took a closer look,
and barely made out a grey puddle of shadow.

Oh, there he was! I picked him up and got a whine of "But I'm not doooone
plaaaaaying with my friends yet!" from him.

We went inside anyway. Poor kitty!


Hugs and Purrs,
Mark
--
Proof of Sanity Forged Upon Request