Sat, 18 Mar 2006

That darn cat.
I was leaving for work on Friday morning, and I heard a loud "meow". It sounded like the orange cat that sometimes comes by for dinner, and it sounded a little distressed. So I looked around, but didn't see him. I kept hearing the "meow" as I walked out to my car, but I still didn't see where it was coming from. Finally, as I got the car, I spotted him up in a tree, harrassing the birds. I couldn't tell if he was in trouble, or just saying "hey look at me", so I called out, "Orange Cat! Get down from there!". And he did. He hopped right down and walked over to see if breakfast was in the offing. It wasn't. So I went on to work, and he no doubt entertained himself for the rest of the day bothering the birds, squirrels, and Martha.

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