The cat climbing into my truck was also Frank and Dianne's. I have only heard it called "poor old cat." Mosty people in my neighborhood have dogs. Lots of them. Frank and Dianne have lots of dogs too, of course. Would you like a nice Havanese-appearing dog that is afraid to be touched?
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I have come to think of this as my cat.
The gas station will need a mascot.
Who is this cat's current caretaker?
Does the cat have a name? I think I'll call him Sphinx.
The cat belongs to Frank and Dianne. I forget its name, but they always have good names for their animals. I will ask.
The cat's name is Hoo. Surviving half of Boo Hoo, since Baby Boo died.
O.K. Let me understand this.
This cat is not on your roof... or any roof nearby?
This cat is, in fact, on Frank and Diane's roof, some 15 miles away???
So, what kid of photo-realism is this?
You are then, what John Singer Sargent would call it, holly hocking.
That is, superimposing the dream with the reality.
I want that cat.
You lead me to believe it was on your roof.
So get that cat or else no mice. As Marilyn would say.
Mrrrow.
My roof is flat. I thought I made that clear.
By your roof I mean, a roof in your neighborhood.
I thought this was the same cat pictured in an earlier post, getting into your truck.
Anyway, just kidding you.
But I do love cats.
The cat climbing into my truck was also Frank and Dianne's. I have only heard it called "poor old cat." Mosty people in my neighborhood have dogs. Lots of them. Frank and Dianne have lots of dogs too, of course. Would you like a nice Havanese-appearing dog that is afraid to be touched?
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