I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
Did it die there, or was it tucked under there by individuals with limited storage sense? Ginny (as ALL of these are, for crying out loud....like my husband's going to read about somebody's kitties)
Judging by where it was found (under the front part of the stove), I think the cat(s) probably offed it, and then played with it until it got batted under the stove.
I'm sorry, mousie. But seeing as how you got caught by a well-fed housecat, I don't think you really had much of a chance in the Darwin Olympics. My apologies.
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Did it die there, or was it tucked under there by individuals with limited storage sense? Ginny (as ALL of these are, for crying out loud....like my husband's going to read about somebody's kitties)
Judging by where it was found (under the front part of the stove), I think the cat(s) probably offed it, and then played with it until it got batted under the stove.
I'm sorry, mousie. But seeing as how you got caught by a well-fed housecat, I don't think you really had much of a chance in the Darwin Olympics. My apologies.
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