A small town girl living in the city full of crazy people. But then, who is normal anyway. I love books, skateboarding, ballet, loud music, hanging out with my nieces and nephew, shopping, and cats Bilbo and Misty. (ferrets Faramir-RIP, Eowyn-RIP, Arwyn-MIA, Luthien-RIP, Beren-MIA, Boromir-RIP/cats Precious-RIP and Frodo-RIP).
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Cat walk
I took my cats outside and left off the leashes. They did have harnesses on if they wandered in no-no territory. I did hook up the leash when they got interested in the pool fence. They jumped around like prancing gazelles and climbed trees while chasing each other. They stirred up people walking their dogs, but sniffed about ignoring them. The dog owners guided their dogs away from the cats. When Precious once could not see Frodo in the bushes, he let out this strange yowl and Frodo answered. Cats do speak to each other, thye just don't speak English. Since we had not gone outside for almost a week, I let them have extra time out. Cats do talk to each other, they just don't speak English. After an hour and 15 minutes, the cats were meowing at the door to go back inside. They meowed at the wrong door (they all look alike) so I had to carry them to the right door. It is aninteresting experience carrying 2 cats in my tiny arms. I met one of my nieghbors coming home with groceries. He petted Precious and talked about a neighbor on the 2nd floor whose cat was allowed out on the balcony. It jumped over the railing, landed on the roof over the front door and jumped door to the ground. There is not much chance of that happening from the 3rd floor balcony where I am. I wore them out so much that they took a nap right away. Post later. Bye!
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