--Taking the fool dog's out to do there business seems like a perfect opportunity for the dimblub cats to line up on the railing of the porch. All wanting to get petted. Why this has become part of their morning routine I have no idea.
--Being an old limping fool half of the time. It makes it darn near impossible to get down the dang fool stairs without petting any of them.
--I’m beginning to get the idea that's the point. Because you just can't pet one and be on your way. That would be too simple. Instead your held hostage by a bunch of dimblub cats trying to get petted.
--Of course the rest of the day they won't have a dang thing to do with you. Talk about being played....
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