In the last few days I have let my paranoia in owning a cat wreck my life.
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It all started with Ed's jumping up on my -ahem-his chair.
I started to stroke hos fur and got down to his rear end.
It was wet.
I had to stop and try to remember what he had just done.
Did he just some out of the littler box or sit in a puddle of water next to his bowl?
IT's great fun trying to figure this out-now I watch his every move before he saunters over to the chair.
Cats, never a dull moment.
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