He likes hanging with the dust devils under my bed. I hear him come out at night. During the day, I spend quite time alone with him and enjoy talking with him. This afternoon I read him the local paper.
"Bob. Did you know Micheal Bolton is coming to the Grand Casino Hinkley? Wanna go? Me either."
I just wish he'd finish off that box old chocolate covered cherrys under there.
*I had to drive to the food vender's event in Wis with my boss and bosses boss. That was a road trip, what with me getting blood all over the fancy sports car. "Hey, we need to stop at another bar to disinfect Munkay's scratches."
4 comments:
What a great story, complete with illustrations. Only I'm afraid it must be true...;-)
you didn't even unwrap Cristmas candy? May the devil take ya.
RJ
... I love those Ferals, but outside, on their turf and their terms!
I just didn't want him shot. But he does belong in the outdoors. But to balance out nature, I'm teaching my house cat Tippy how to hold his own malt liquore and flash gang symbols before letting him lose in the wild.
Post a Comment