We sort of have a cat. It lives on our back porch--even when it is -3 outside. The Kids say it sleeps in the boat. You can imagine how pleased The Man (that was inspired by The You-Know-Which-Sister-in-law) was to find that out. I couldn't figure out why the cat stayed on our back porch. It just sat there day after day in the freezing cold staring at us through the window. We didn't feed it. It didn't like the Kids. Whenever The 2nd Boy went outside, the cat would scat. Finally I figured that the cat was a philosopher, I just liked us theoretically. Just when I'd come to a conclusion, The 1st Boy proudly announced, "I know why the cat comes back. It's because I feed it breakfast everyday." He punctuated his announcement with a smile.
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It's about time you posted again Anna! I check you blog everyday only to find out it was in vain. Yipee, glad to have you (and the cat) back.
Haha! Both of those stories were very funny. And I have to second Tamara's comment. You talk me into blogging, I get addicted, and then you drop off. : )
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