You seem to be tied up with taking care of the ‘fluffy boys’ recently, OWL. I have a hard time believing any of them would actually catch a mouse, except by accident.
I’m reminded of old Jack, a tuxedo tom who passed years ago. Jack would show up with something dead, usually a squirrel, as if he caught it, and was annoyed when I pointed out that I could see the tire treads on the body.
]]>*sigh* I miss her though…
]]>Steve, Moi is just rubbing it in because Ollie, the mellowest marmalade in the universe, not only allows you to do it, but is apt to fall asleep on your head if you do it. She posted a link to photographic proof in last Friday’s thread. It really is wild.
It has been my experience that when a female cat invites you to tickle her stomach, it’s a trap.
]]>Esther is a graduate of the Lone Ranger School of Cat Parenting – after weaning they are the enemy.
Ringo barely tolerates her kids, and then it is a matter of them being so much larger than she is.
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