Does It Really Happen In Threes?
This morning I woke up to a cat pawing my face. Knowing that I don’t have a cat anymore, I realized that I was dreaming, I shoved him off the bed and went back sleeping.
When I was pawed in the face a second time, I woke up properly… and there was my lost cat. Incessantly moaning, jumping off the bed, walking to the door, and coming back to lament some more. And I realized that he wants his food.
Grumpily I got up, dressed, gave him some of his favorite dry cat food, and tried to make a cup of coffee. He sat their next to his bowl with an attitude of who’s going to eat this shit? Only then, I noticed how skinny he is. And his left ear is broken and torn. Grudgingly, I cut off a piece of steak from the meat I defrosted for the barbecue today. He devoured it in no time and I had to give him another piece.
But that cat is not the only thing that came back. Last night in the bath, I discovered that the wart I had removed about six weeks ago also appears to be coming back. It is still a bit small to be sure, but it seems that way.
If things really happen in threes, I’m in trouble. I have lost nothing else. All that can still come back to me is one of my ex wives.
Heavens behold! I’ll sue my lawyer for malpractice if it happens.
Have a peaceful Sunday.
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I don't know what happened to him. He did not have another home because he came back underfed and starving. He loves to sleep in my car if he can get in and he stowed away in it before. The possibility exists that he took shelter in a strange car and was taken for a long ride. I'm baffled. He was not around here, but how did he get so far away that it took him so long to return.
Btw I was a bit worried when he went out earlier, but he came back a few minutes ago.
A chain is about what he needs now.
But I cannot remember ever complaining about cat hair.
Teena is good news. I'm expecting bad things.
I don't think I'd be prepared to give up my identity. I happen to like myself.
I'd rather take my chances on an insanity plea after committing a double murder. The law works funny in this country.
I think it will convince any jury of my insanity if I tell them I blog regularly at CS.
Sorry! If I knew that, you was going to post my message to you. I wouldn't have written to you!...
I have always talked too much. It stems from my childhood.
Yeahhh! I See...
I have to watch you!
Watching is not enough. You will have to listen as well.
OMG!....
That will hardly be necessary. I doubt it if any of my two ex-wives will want to come back to me. Two women can be wrong, can they?
hvordan går det ? (how goes it)
:)
Don't make jokes about it. He went out for about an hour during the late afternoon, as he used to do before he disappeared. Then he went out for a few minutes about an hour ago and other than that he has not moved from my lap where he usually sits. He tells me he's glad that my visitors have gone home.
Going to bed so early?
I will also have to think about turning in some time.
Hehee!...
Tell that to your cat!
Let him earn his stay. Again!...
He does. He's the best mouse hunter in the country.
So! You have mice's living in your house too.
Hehee! Go Head On! With Yo Bad Self!...
Got dog!....
Not when Monsieur is here. If there were any, they have packed their suitcases and left. I have a thick PVC pipe going through the wall in the laundry and they come in there. The other day I killed a very large rat in my house. I don't like to use poison but that was the only way to get rid of him.
I must put a grid over that pipe.
Put on stopper! Over the pipe whole. That will stop them...
Anyway, it is 1:20 am my side of the planet. Lala time.
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Yup, things happened in threes for me recently.
All good though.
I have written him off. I thought he was dead. H would not have run away because he was a happy cat. I have spoken to a lot of people about my missing cat and everything told me that he did not run away. His behavior pattern prior to his disappearance did not suggest running away. A cat first find another home and then he leaves. This critter did not have another home. He is in too poor a condition. He had to fend for himself.
Seven is my number. There are only seven of my kind n this planet and I happen to be all of them.
The little rascal is right back into his old routine. No more sleeping late for me. Just like yesterday, he woke me early for his food.
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