I, on the other hand can work out *how* one of my tortoiseshell darlings managed to perch teeteringly behind the curtain on the windowsill to poo in my potted lemon tree. I just wish she hadn't. Oh the joy of cats!
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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I think I know. But I am not telling.
Teamwork ? Heh,heh,heh!! The cats will never tell ;)
Purrs Mickey
I, on the other hand can work out *how* one of my tortoiseshell darlings managed to perch teeteringly behind the curtain on the windowsill to poo in my potted lemon tree. I just wish she hadn't.
Oh the joy of cats!
Very good effort, that cat! Monty recently did an impressive poo in the tuble dryer. Mum was not impressed but we laughed our heads off!
First, she pooed. Then, she thoughtfully pushed the litter box over top of it because she knows how fixed you are on poo and the box being together.
There, she said, and went to see what was going on in the kitchen.
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