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Cat equivalent of outsourcing.He’s so determined, he’s getting next door’s cat, Eric, to eat his food on his behalf, so he doesn’t have to wake up…
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Cat equivalent of outsourcing.He’s so determined, he’s getting next door’s cat, Eric, to eat his food on his behalf, so he doesn’t have to wake up…
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Real dedicationHe’s so determined, he’s getting next door’s cat, Eric, to eat his food on his behalf, so he doesn’t have to wake up…
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That's dedication, manHe’s so determined, he’s getting next door’s cat, Eric, to eat his food on his behalf, so he doesn’t have to wake up…
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Even more so if you tie string round the middle and drag themNo, but scrunched up balls of wrapping or packing paper turns them into lunatics.
I would say not (may be wrong) seems to be a very sweet grey and white .Is that a baby Calico, by the way?
Ragdoll possiblyI would say not (may be wrong) seems to be a very sweet grey and white .
Same as a black and white is not a calico
Looking it up calico cats are tri-colour
Most likely yes . My two tabby girls apart from the tabby also have white bellies , bibs, around the muzzle and boots . Also have a little ginger in them , one more so than the other .
Little known fact: cats have a website called "SlaveAdvisor". And Bertie's done a terrible review of you on it.Where do I report being bullied? The bully is about a foot tall ginger, furry and goes by the name of Bertie.
Came in for tea last night half an hour early and wasn't impressed that her tree and food weren't ready, but the trouble started when she realised her fire wasn't lit. I thought I had a death stare, she puts me to shame. she did manage to settle on the hearth rug, still grumbling for most of the evening, then wandered off for a while, came back later and moaned about the fire again, she then made it very clear she was here for the night and would Jeeves and I please vacate her sofa and make her bed up for the night.
This morning she was sitting in the kitchen waiting for me, tapping her foot and looking at her watch wanting her breakfast.
Small change from having to sit on the other side of the garden before she would approach her food bowl