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Me-usings and Me-emories
3 March 2021 - Into every life must enter some trauma. I was scooped up yesterday, and transported to an alien place. It smelled of many interlopers, and my peeps were no where to be seen. Dim deeps could be heard through the wall, voicing protest of their captivity or my presence... I will never know. A strange peep in a white coat poked and pricked me, forced open my mouth, peered into my ears. Was he inspecting the produce, like a grocery shopper? I thankfully was rejected, but not before being quantified and qualified: 8 lb 4 oz, neutered female shorthair. The latter news was remarked upon by my peeps, but all that matters to me is that I lived to switch my tail.
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clipped notes
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Today's Catechism
(for the autodidcat)
It is good manners
to ask permission.
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| Bring back Bastet |
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| Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
word of the day - catversity, feline misfortune (it's why we have extra lives)
Catty Corner
I thought you were XX! tho once neutered, it doesn't really matter, does it :)
ReplyDeleteit certainly hasn't changed what side of the bed I get up on
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