Never open a door, unless you know whats on the other side.
xD
The owners never mentioned this door.
I’m taking care of cats, while my neighbors are gone, and they have this door, on their upstairs media room. The cat named Cali is near the door, I hesitate to open it, then decide, whats the worst that could happen? I open the door, both the cats run into their attic. I try to get them out without going inside the attic, then I decide I need some bait. I go get the dry food, Cali’s favorite foods, and I put it outside the door. She comes out, and I take her outside. The next cat is stubborn,(Libby) and I have to get out the wet food. I put it near the door, she knows its a trap, but she still wants it. So she comes out cautiously, and right when she got just far enough out of the door, I pulled Libby away and closed the door.
It took me like 15 minutes, and I’d much rather be on these forums then catching cats.
6:00am - At last! I Go Pee! My favorite thing!
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
6:00 pm - They’re home! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
[i]Excerpts from a Cat’s Diary
Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the
other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although
I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless
must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that
keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I
once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I
could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means,
and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try
this again tomorrow – but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that
the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives
special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more
than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be
an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am
certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged
protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now… [/i]
Well we hadn’t planned to keep the kittens … our intention was to give them to good homes. So we just chose suitable temporary names…
Trouble for the boy
Dotty due to her being white with a few black dots
and then the youngest it was difficult to tell if she was male or female … so we chose Leo (which we could just add C to if she turned out to be female.
It was funny, she used to run around with Trouble and act like him. Then one day we looked and found out she was female … and suddenly Cleo changed her behaviour
Needless to say we couldn’t bear to give them away in the end and they are now 5 years old
My dogs. A bit wet, they just were walked to Borgerswold, and then they can run through the forest and swim through the water. The brown one is Falco and the brown with white one is Tobi.