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Thanks for the kind words following my last post... I'm in a better frame of mind, despite the fact that the effing cat clawed his way through the screen at 5am this morning, and is still nowhere to be found.
Something better tomorrow, I promise. (Little fucker better be on the porch when Gal gets home, or I'm going to end up spending the night combing the neighbourhood for him.)
Something better tomorrow, I promise. (Little fucker better be on the porch when Gal gets home, or I'm going to end up spending the night combing the neighbourhood for him.)
posted by Surly Canuck at 4:49 p.m.
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Is this a good time for a cliche about loving something and letting it free? If he's smart, he'll come back... If not, well... Just hope your dog doesn't come trotting home 6 months later with his skull in it's mouth.
What if what you loved wanted to escape so badly that it destroyed property to get out?
But hey, it was only a cat.
I'm no good at consoling.
No need for cliche's, consolling, cliche consolling or consolling cliche's. Little bugger turned up just after Gal got home.
On the plus side, he was exhausted, so we got a full night of sleep without any "cat"erwauling at the window.
Damn, let that shit out every day! :) He's fixed. Right?
Not really a good option in this city... too many crazies and serial killers in training running about.
He is broken, but I don't want him kicking the crap out of the neighbour cats and dogs. He's a little ill tempered, and I don't want to explain to the greasy neighbour who owns the German Sheppard that his dog is a wuss.
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