Saturday, October 11, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I heard this sound and sensed a black furry cat running in. I thought it was George -- returning from a trip foraging neighbors' BBQ grills -- a hobby he has take up this summer. Then, I head a loud *crunch* -- looking over, prepared to take a chicken bone away fro George, I saw Carmine, crouched over this rat. He had already eaten one front leg by the time I bribed his mouth to a pile of Feline Greenies and whisked poor Rattie (RIP) off to the compost bin with a pair of metal tongs. Carmine don't play - he sees his prey, kills and eats it as fast as he can. Neither George nor Dobs had any idea this happened and my poor sweet Carmine spent the rest of the night sniffing around the potted plants and furniture to see where the rat had gone.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Dobson loves the neighbors - He'll just sit there and wait for them. He'll meow LOUDLY - sounds like he is stuck somewhere on a roof or something.
When their door is open, he still sits on the patio - and doesn't go inside. They didn't train him - and he does walk into other people's homes when given the chance (he's gone in to steal dog food from little Frankie just next door).
When their door is open, he still sits on the patio - and doesn't go inside. They didn't train him - and he does walk into other people's homes when given the chance (he's gone in to steal dog food from little Frankie just next door).
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
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