I am cat sitting a friends cat at the moment. Said cat is quite large, hides in the organ, and hisses at my cats. Besides these short comings she is very nice and affectionate cat. There are many other cats who hang around in our yard, It all started with one cat that I had named Senor Scrappy, and Maggie renamed Jenny. I pointed out that Jenny is a person name and thus inappropriate for a cat. We have compromised and now call her Scrappy Jen, or more accurately; I call her Scrappy and Maggie calls her Jenny. There is another cat who lives in our yard, this cat is flea ridden and may also have some sort of skin disease, and I hate it because all of the cats hate it and it's gross and she is probably the one who brought about my flea problem. This cat has been named Sally (Maggie's contribution) Hearse-Bacha, or, Death for short. I was shooing away Death the other day and Death was mostly ignoring me, so I put my arms up like a bear and scared her off. From a window behind me a woman told me that she would appreciate it if I didn't pick on her cat, I said "oh, thats your cat? I'm sorry..." she said that I should be and stormed off. I have a feeling that I haven't heard the last of this. Plus, there are several other cats who have also decided that our back yard is the place to be. If it were up to me, I would turn the hose on all of them.
This is a baby turkey and not a cat. I hope that wasn't too confusing.
This is a picture of a pole. Also not a cat.
My life is hard.
My injuries from that bike accident just don't want to heal. I'm embarrassed and have tried to hide them as they are gross.
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