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In the hour before dawn, the cats having come in from their nocturnal pursuits, they are restless and ready to roll in the countdown to breakfast. Much scrambling about, climbing and clawing of furniture and hissing when the other gets too close. A time for mischief when a cat's mind is not sufficiently engaged.
The Devil finds work for idle paws.
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Garrett Dash Nelson
Dem Apples
Dem Apples doesn’t have to be a mere repository of apostrophic debates about liberalism and ironically amusing comments by slightly off-kilter cat women
Patricia Baker
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One more nose-bite to you, Blogmother.
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Dr. Sanity
Sissy Willis at sisu puts on her psychological hat in this excellent post.
Ahh, I know that look well.
The domestic cat shall never be *too* domestic, and that is as it should be. :)
Posted by: Brian | July 05, 2004 at 05:27 PM
The most alive is the wildest.
Posted by: Sissy Willis | July 05, 2004 at 05:56 PM