Let’’s see. I got in a accident, my cat ran away from home and I went bowling.
My pussycat, Mosby,
(named after the Civil War Col.) vanished on Saturday morning. There were no sprightly meows coming through my bedroom door reminding me that he was hungry again. After Monday came and went, I figured that someone had catnapped my fluffy companion.
After all, he is about the sweetest cat I’ve ever known. But much to my glee and amazement, he showed up this morning. Wonder where the hell he was? All I can say is at least he’s back.
Also had a bit of a fender bender this weekend. Not too much damage to my car. I blame it all on bowling.
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