It might be down the back of the sofa. That's usually where things get lost. I hope you haven't lost it on one of your prowls... in which case those peregrine's may have made off with it.
You know what hawks are like... twisted sense of humour. Fortunately no match for a cat.
blogs rarely make me laugh out loud, but you really caught me off-guard this time, elmo! too funny. thanks for putting a ginger-bright spot in my morning.
When first we started there were four of us, all ginger, and Max. Time has passed. The ginger pride are ghost cats, appart from Elmo. Now the house holds Max, oldest, tabby farm cat, dark, usually found sleeping on a cushion, Elmo, last of the Gingers, beautiful handsome and wonderful who still walks to the high hill top. And now there is Baggage and Bundle, silver mischief in sharp clawed kitten form. The adventures continue.
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It might be down the back of the sofa. That's usually where things get lost. I hope you haven't lost it on one of your prowls... in which case those peregrine's may have made off with it.
You know what hawks are like... twisted sense of humour. Fortunately no match for a cat.
Did you find it??
Hahahaha! Elmo, that's a funny trick!
blogs rarely make me laugh out loud, but you really caught me off-guard this time, elmo! too funny. thanks for putting a ginger-bright spot in my morning.
Ha ha ha ha ha! Elmo's headless photo is a good one!
Oh no! No head?? Whatever will Elmo do??
Whoa! That made me look twice.
hahahha.... good one ...!
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