Not!
I saw him outside on the driveway, staring so intently across the street that his little head was quivering and dangerously close to shocking himself he was so close to the "fence", and I was wondering what he was looking at, then I saw.
AT LEAST 6 cats, all wild I'm sure, the ones who keep me up late at night fighting and screaming and crying like babies-- freaky-- and wake me up just before my alarm clock goes off so that I can't go back to sleep for the 15 minutes I have left to sleep.
Willie's life of torture. The cats who no one can own, owning everything.
1 comment:
I don't think any of my neighbors read your blog, so I am safe to say... Want to borrow our trap?
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