Cat
Yesterday I spoke to a lady who's daughter had a cat to many. She came and left him here today. They called him Plet (spot). But I'm not entirely sure that it his real name. I hope he'll tell me and I'll let you know.
Meanwhile he is very friendly, and he used the improvised litter box when he had to (all though he wiped himself on the floor afterwards).
He will need a scratching board asap, otherwise my sofa is toast for sure.
4 comments:
heh
heh heh heh
You are now OWNED!
His name should be Master.
you could be more right than I'd care to know or admit to.
It already seems he is calling way too many shots around here.
As I write this he is perched on top of my ironing board, just staring at me...
YAY!!
Wow.
That's some potent staring.
Made me get up and go check my own cat's food dish.
Crazy.
You're in so much trouble, but congratulations!
If he doesn't kill ya, you'll be better off.
You HAVE an IRONING BOARD???
Oh, dear!
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