Yesterday Mum was getting ready to feed everyone (us everyones, not people everyones) when the lady next door came to visit. She came to ask Mum if we had a black cat 'cose a stray cat had turned up at her house after the first earthquake, she had been feeding it and trying to catch it to 'rescue' it.
Mum just laughed and took her into the cat room and said "which one is it?".
When she saw 3 fluffy black cats she didn't know who it was so Mum reckons that all of them have come up with a cunning plan and have been impersonating a feline refugee. They get to eat mince that the lady cooks for them so now Mum knows why they have started being really fussy about what they get for dinner here.
The neighbour lady doesn't like dogs so I don't think Hine and I have much chance of being 'rescued'. Mum said Hine would probably do better in a disaster 'cose she's so skinny and always looks starving so people would feel sorry for her. I've got a fat butt so I would be out of luck!
How rude!
BlackCats on Grandma and Grandad's bed!
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