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For Sale: One Cat
Oct. 30th, 2007 11:57 amHe started trying to dig through the back door at about 10pm last night, and didn't give up until after midnight. Putting the laundry basket in the way helped with the scrabbling, but not with the shouting. That animal could give Mariah Carey a run for her money in the wailing stakes. Ignoring him just made his complaints more frantic and desperate.
On the bright side, he forgot that he's terrified of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
professoryaffle and rms.
(When he finally gave up and came upstairs, he dislodged Pootlecat from the windowsill. In a fit of pique, she had a very smelly poo, chased her tail on my ankles until I sat up, then ran back under the bed.)
Would anybody like a cat?
On the bright side, he forgot that he's terrified of
professoryaffle and rms.(When he finally gave up and came upstairs, he dislodged Pootlecat from the windowsill. In a fit of pique, she had a very smelly poo, chased her tail on my ankles until I sat up, then ran back under the bed.)
Would anybody like a cat?
