it was in corbett.
we drove there, and it walked out of the grass and stopped at joel's feet.
so, really, it got us.
this something special likes riding in cars, which was a good thing because we put it in our car right away.
it also likes riding in pockets, which was a very good thing because we had to take it into the supermarket.
it especially likes typing - see?
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here it is!
that dried rose petal never had a chance.other things it likes include pouncing on toes, anything electronic, and exploring.
oh, and i wasn't kidding about riding in pockets.
she - it's a she, by the way - really doesn't like recordings of high schoolers imitating native american war cries. (don't ask...)
we need help, though. she doesn't have a name.
ideas so far are phantom, pocahontas, terminator, and borg.
need i say more?
3 comments:
How can you say something about high school war cries and then tell us not to ask? That is cruel and unusual...or at least cruel. :)
ok, now I'm confused. I thought you were going to get a cat from the vestals? what were you doing in corbett? hmm...too many questions and so few answers. watch out though, those calico/torti's are fiesty! ;) especially females! though, she is the cutest little thing for sure. can't wait to meet her.
@bekah: another post, another time... ;)
@heidi: we were, but they only had orange and white cats, and i saw the calico and fell in love with her...
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