I was adopted the same way. My foster parents gave me to the lady down the hall.
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KitKat
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Dinner with Jeff tomorrow - a great idea! Mary can use up those cans of Fancy Feast in the pate' appetizer. I hope Jeff brings along a surprise guest, his old buddy who just happens to be visiting - Fred Squiller (what a character!).
Like Jeff really cares whether the cat’s going to be OK... Now we know what Mary will be getting Jeff for Christmas... a respirator for those visits to her apartment...
Ahoy and good on ya, Captain Jeff, with your effort to skillfully and nautically remove the cat hair and dander from your girlfriend of 100 years. Nothing like whipping through the waves....
And yet, the proof of Mary's feline malfeasance could be picked up by the worst CSI unit on Earth. I don't mean CSI: Santa Royale. Simply your nose.
Don’t transplanted pets frequently return to thei old homes- especially if it’s just across the hall? I predict tomorrow’s dinner party will be like a French bedroom farce (withiout the bedrooms): doors popping open unexpectedly with Libby running in while Dr. Jeff flees to different rooms. And Mary will say, “”Oh, dear.”
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Dinner with Jeff tomorrow - a great idea! Mary can use up those cans of Fancy Feast in the pate' appetizer. I hope Jeff brings along a surprise guest, his old buddy who just happens to be visiting - Fred Squiller (what a character!).
You might as well make small talk about the cat while waiting for rescue now that Admiral Jeff has run the boat aground on that rock.
Enjoy your leftover lamb Jeff.
Like Jeff really cares whether the cat’s going to be OK... Now we know what Mary will be getting Jeff for Christmas... a respirator for those visits to her apartment...
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"Mary Worth, Pet Yente On The High Seas".
Foster cat?
Estelle lovely...adopted!
Glad. Visit.
Tomorrow?
Ahoy and good on ya, Captain Jeff, with your effort to skillfully and nautically remove the cat hair and dander from your girlfriend of 100 years. Nothing like whipping through the waves....
And yet, the proof of Mary's feline malfeasance could be picked up by the worst CSI unit on Earth. I don't mean CSI: Santa Royale. Simply your nose.
Mary's Roomba's doing extra duty....
Don’t transplanted pets frequently return to thei old homes- especially if it’s just across the hall? I predict tomorrow’s dinner party will be like a French bedroom farce (withiout the bedrooms): doors popping open unexpectedly with Libby running in while Dr. Jeff flees to different rooms. And Mary will say, “”Oh, dear.”
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