I'd take some Buffista ma for my Gray Cat coming safely home. He got out, jumped up onto and over the front gate, and dashed off before I could grab him. I can't chase him, even if I thought I could catch him, so he's going to have to make his own way back home. I saw him sleeping under the car next to friendly-feral cat Moody, so he's okay so far. If I approach him, he walks away; he knows I can't catch him.
He'll come back when he's hungry, I hope.
C,mon, Gray Cat! Come back to the Good Life where the cushions are soft and the food bowls are full!
Homecoming~ma for your Gray Cat, Zenkitty.
Come home, Grey Cat! You know you want to.
Mine go out, but shaking the food container gets them to come home. Sending homeward~bound~ma to Grey Cat!
I have the desire and the physical ability to nap in the afternoons, but not a socially acceptable place to do so. When I rule the world, siestas will be MANDATORY and all offices will come with George Constanza-style nap nooks under the desks,
I'm not sure where my polling place is, but I VOTE FOR JESSICA!!!1!1!
Timelies all!
Mr. S woke up crying(and hitting things against the wall) at 2 am. He was scared, so I let him sleep in my bed.(Gary is away on a long business trip. I hope I get through all this ok)
Aw, Sheryl, that's rough. Poor kiddo (and you too!).