Kate found these feathers outside on the lawn yesterday. Under her clothesline. She wants to know what I know about them. I'm not saying anything about it, on the grounds that I might incriminate myself. But there's at least 4 other cats who frequent our yard space (all West Hobart Tigers: Skinny Ginger, Blackie, Graham White and Frankie) and it could've been any of those guys. But I'm there the most, so it's kinda fair to suspect me the most. BUT THAT DOESN"T NECESSARILY MEAN THAT IT WAS ME. And I'm not telling... What happens under the clothesline stays under the clothesline, right?Cheers,
--Pabs
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Pabs, you are my hero - clever and discrete. FAZ
Oh, how exciting! Those feathers look so interesting, I wish I could get my teeth into some of those...
BTW, if there is a Skinny Ginger, is there are Fat Ginger, too?
Well, Phoebe, there was a Fat Ginger when I first moved here. No one's seen him around for a few years, though. Not sure what happened. We still put him on our team list, in the hope that he'll one day return.
Pablo, look at me. I´m sitting in the (rainy) garden and can´t reach these wonderful birds. But Frieda and Luzie could reach them. I think they are good hunters.
You get to go OUTSIDE? Aren't you furry terrified? The last time Mom took me outside, I wet my pants all down the driver's side of the green masheen in the driveway. Furry, furry scary to be outside!
But ... that's where the birdies are though.
You're smart to "deny, deny, deny" ...
DMM
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