Celica says:
A visitor cat has started to come up on our deck. He looks in the window and pounds on it with his paws.
My slaves call him my "boyfriend." I don't know what a boyfriend is.
I don't think I want him on my deck.
Monday, September 27, 2010
My friend ... or maybe not?
Celica says:
A visitor cat has started to come up on our deck. He looks in the window and pounds on it with his paws.
My slaves call him my "boyfriend." I don't know what a boyfriend is.
I don't think I want him on my deck.
OOPS!!!
Celica says:
Well, I fell off the deck ... but I'm OK. Really. I landed on my feet.
My slaves were really worried. My lady slave let me out on the deck and instead of staying put like I used to do, I put my head through the railing to see if it fit. Yup, it still fit. So then I stepped through so I could walk on the outside edge (like I've been wanting to do), but the edge was too small. I tried to grab on but the deck was too slippery - it IS this plastic stuff after all.
So down I went.
The slaves looked me all over and I just wandered off to find something else to do.
Told ya ... I'm fine.
Well, I fell off the deck ... but I'm OK. Really. I landed on my feet.
My slaves were really worried. My lady slave let me out on the deck and instead of staying put like I used to do, I put my head through the railing to see if it fit. Yup, it still fit. So then I stepped through so I could walk on the outside edge (like I've been wanting to do), but the edge was too small. I tried to grab on but the deck was too slippery - it IS this plastic stuff after all.
So down I went.
The slaves looked me all over and I just wandered off to find something else to do.
Told ya ... I'm fine.
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