My neighbor to the north of me has a kitten. You’ll never guess where it likes to hide.
In trees.
I’m not so sure it’s all cat. It might just be part squirrel.
*Professor squirrel.
To the south, my neighbor there has a cat, fully grown. It likes to climb. When it can’t jump high enough to get to something, this cat uses alternate means. Smart cat.
Then there’s my cat. He has a potty mouth. He thinks he has Tourette’s, so he takes medication. The meds make him sleepy. At least, that’s the story he tells us. Regardless of whether it’s a truth or an embellishment, we let him sleep. The house is much more peaceful that way.
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*That has nothing to do with my neighbor’s kitten. It’s just that every time I see the word squirrel, I think of a similar fictional character’s name.
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