My cat is turning 17 soon. She and I visited a friend yesterday. The friend and I went off to the farmer’s market and returned. I called and the cat didn’t come. I looked under the bed, where she usually hides but she wasn’t there. I search the house and stand staring at the bed…. She couldn’t have gotten out, could she?
Unfathomable….
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[…] follow up yesterday’s cat worries, here is Ms Boa Cat. Once I realized that I was looking right at her, I got my […]
cute!
right hand side barely poking out?
Yes…. I stood there staring at the bed worrying and finally saw her.
wait…what’s that lump under the blanket??
Where did you find her??
….look again….