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Update on Feline Disapproval
I had been home from ConDor for about thirty minutes, the dogs --who'd been vacationing with other greys for the weekend -- were with me. I petted Nicky, and opened the balcony door so he could go out and prowl around since he'd been shut in the condo all weekend.
As I said, thirty minutes. Max.
I turned around to go into the bathroom (I was unloading the suitcase) and there on the floor was a dead sparrow surrounded by feathers that wasn't there two minutes ago.
"Hah. Welcome home, mom. This is what I think of your absence. Now try to figure out how I caught a sparrow on the balcony so quickly!"
As I said, thirty minutes. Max.
I turned around to go into the bathroom (I was unloading the suitcase) and there on the floor was a dead sparrow surrounded by feathers that wasn't there two minutes ago.
"Hah. Welcome home, mom. This is what I think of your absence. Now try to figure out how I caught a sparrow on the balcony so quickly!"
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