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.
Uh, yeah, my cat used to rush out to drink from driveway puddles that had god-knows-what mixed into the water. Clean inside water wasn't making the cut.
This is reminding me of a situation with little kids. They do NOT need to go to the bathroom before you leave the house for errands, but CANNOT pass up the sleaziest possible public restrooms (or drinking fountains).
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You are weird for thinking that is weird ;)
Uh, yeah, my cat used to rush out to drink from driveway puddles that had god-knows-what mixed into the water. Clean inside water wasn't making the cut.
haha, you're right, Tails!
And Ginny, my permacats do the SAME THING! What is IN that water?!
Mmmmmmm........driveway water! Nom nom nom.
This is reminding me of a situation with little kids. They do NOT need to go to the bathroom before you leave the house for errands, but CANNOT pass up the sleaziest possible public restrooms (or drinking fountains).
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