Tuesday, November 08, 2005
The other day...
I was driving past a long fence that borders an industrial estate. Inside the fence was a factory of some kind or other. A strip of mown grass lay between the fence and public footpath. Halfway along this fence which ran for a mile or so sat a black cat looking pretty pleased with itself. I wonder what that was about?
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what's not to be pleased with? A warm house when it rains, an occasional mouse or bird to stalk and no worries if you don't catch dinner, food at the house when you want it, and plenty of people to coax you over so they can scratch your chin. pretty soft life.
Betty/Hayden,
You're both right, they have it too easy these cats. Grrr.
It's not a dog's life, it's a cat's life.
I like those alley cats you see in cartoons, the ones that fight and yowl and have a boisterous life.
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