Little Grey Bungalow
I'm sending this pic to DD#1 who called me at midnight yesterday in a panic because she 'lost' her cat in her apartment. Cat showed up about a half hour later, after DD had gone into total panic. And they wonder why I'm grey.
Middle kid and her husband were visiting Maryland when an earthquake hit the part of Tennessee where they lived. SIL called a neighbor to see what the situation was, and he kept telling the fellow "All I want to know is if the cats are OK". Can you guess why he's my favorite?
Oh. A really determined cat can fold itself up to about the size of a man's pocket handkerchief. No telling where they are until they WANT to be found.
You have to appreciate a man with the right priorities.
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