Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Winchester's New Neighbor
What are you looking at, Winchester?
The new neighbors are moving in. I hope they have a cat my age to play with.
You don't go outside except when you go to the vet's.
That shows how little you know about cats. I'm friends with a lot of cats in the neighborhood. There's Pyewackit, that gray tabby who thinks she's all that and a bag of kibble. And there's George. He has a ripped ear which he says he got fighting a wolf. Some cats are such blow-hards.
And you aren't, huh? I happen to remember--
Look! There is a new cat! Hochi-mama! What a fine female!
Are you actually licking your chops? Uh-oh. This can't be good.