Friggen figures.
No sooner than I posted that last bit of happy drivel, I hear something at the front door... It's that damn cat coming home.
He's inside and fine. no scratches or signs of fighting. He's a bit dirty, and hungry as a mofo (Cuz he was eating like King Cole here).
Woke the Wife and let her know. Now if I can get him to quit rubbing against my legs... he won't stop. Think he might be happy to be home, and actually see me.... Argh!
PeacE
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