Posted by on Sep 8, 2018 | 16 comments

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Well, I’m just hanging out here in the lettuce patch waiting for a lizard or ANYTHING that moves to show up.  I want to prove to mama that I am NOT a slugabed who only wants to loll around all day and yawn and only show up at meals…that sort of thing.  My behaviour is that of an eight-year-old kitty and I think, personally, that I am behaving exactly as one would after eight years.

Or not?

Does any kitty (or doggy, for that matter) have any suggestions about how to get me off my duff, whatever that is.

Or do I need to get off whatever that is at all?

These philosophical questions haunt me daily.

Sort of.

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Contemplation of deep thoughts

When I’m not snoozing.

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Which is not often.

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AHA–a lizard!! Now what do I do?

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That kitty’s plan’ll NEVER fly…

I’m outta here.