A reprise from Jan.'09, back when we only had Hitler the cat, no Hazel yet.
Yesterday Marilyn came back into the house, looking strangely shaken, after having hooked Baby to the retractable leash that keeps him close to the porch, instead of next door, trying to hump Donnie's Doberman. Being a multi-tasker, Marilyn had also carried a plate of leftover food that had just recently turned to cat food. Somehow, our food magically transforms itself into cat food automatically, after two weeks to two months, festering in the back of our fridge. Anyway, Baby was barking his... Sign in to see full entry.