April 26th, 2004

Meow Duh?

Bad kitty!

Sometime yesterday, Clint Beastwood (the cat with no name) managed one of his springtime excursions. He escaped the house and wandered sniffing through the immediate area... and somehow I did not notice.
This morning as we were leaving to take Penny to her ob/gyn for a quarterly cancer followup, there was a very loud, pitiful series of meows from under our front step. I thought it was a neighbor-cat who has been hanging out beneath our second (non-running) car. But after I situated Penny in the VW I went to look and it was Clint, miserable and lonely and unloved, the poor idjit.
He purred a lot as we got closer to the front door and could hardly wait to get inside to the safety of no raccoons and possums.
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