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Edited on Sat Sep-16-06 01:41 PM by catbert836
I have two, and the fat one, Caramel, used to love to get out and explore. One time he scared the wits out of me when he broke through a porch net while I was eating and took off. I ran around my neighborhood for an hour looking for him, but finally gave up. When I got back, he was sitting in my chair, and was very content after devouring my salmon. Now he doesn't dare do those things anymore- he's reached middle age, and grown soft.
Here's hoping your kitties come back soon- like all cats, they seem to have perfected the art of scaring their pet (you) out of your wits.
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