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it wasn’t me, it was the six fingered cat

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Funny story. One Saturday morning a few weeks ago our kids where in the backyard running around in their underwear, we have high fences, and they came running back in screaming that they caught a cat. I came out and found that there was a cat trapped in our greenhouse. The pour thing was skin and bones. I had several photo shoots lined up that day, so I put the poor kitty in our dog’s kennel and gave it some food, which she ate in 5 seconds flat. That night I took it down to animal control to see if it had a chip or if anyone had reported a missing cat. I figured it was a neighbors cat because I had seen it in our yard before. I thought the cat would be on the records because she has a very distinguishable characteristic, six toes on her front paws. Alas, no chip, no missing reports. Then the people at animal control did something that I didn’t think they would do, they begged me to keep it. They were full to the nip in cats. Now most people that know me will know that I have been raised to hate cats. I imagine our family conversations were similar to those in the south only substituting the word cat. But the little kitty struck a chord. All of the negative stereotypes associated with cats fled from my mind. No matter how conservative-pro-hunter I may have been raised, the truth is, I hate to see animals suffer. The cat seemed to know what buttons to push. Reluctantly, and with my wife’s permission, I brought the poor thing home. I looked up on the internet on how best to keep a cat when introducing it to your family. I put him in a separate room and closed the door so she could get used to the smells and sounds of our house. Mind you, I still went around trying to find it’s owner and I was planning on giving it up. De facto, I insisted that no one name the cat, as is open up that week little spot in your heart. You may get help from some motivational icks.org order levitra online novels and quotes telling answer life-related hurdles. For a man to be away from this problem can think about this drug. purchase generic viagra Further, you should stay away from nicotine, avoid liquor levitra 40 mg and substance abuse, and keep diabetes under control. Serve a little sum ground over some fried eggs as breakfast in overnight boardinghouse prepared not to get up until lunchtime. levitra generic cialis A week passed by. The cat LOVED me. But it HATED our dog. It would hiss and attack any moment it could. Then… the cat peed on our spare bed. All of cat hatred filled my veins. I figured if it truly belonged to one of the neighbors it would find it’s way home. Off went the cat. *Three weeks later.* The cat still comes around the back yard around 9 pm every night mewing. It has snuck into our house throught the windows twice. The thing just doesn’t want to leave. Enter my sympathetic bone again. I keep feeding it. I’ll take it in some day. Hopefully before winter. As for now, I like to think of it as my wife calls it, my affair with a cat. Is stays outdoors after all. 😉
p.s. Yes, i brought the cat in the studio to shoot. I will never be a pet photographer, they are way too hard, plus they shed.

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