or Tiger in Oscar's case.
He was in a closed drawer in a chest-of-drawers in our bedroom. How he got there I don't know - the kittens used to be able to get there, but gave it up as they grew, and he's bigger than any of them are now.
I had of course checked all the open drawers...
He was in a closed drawer in a chest-of-drawers in our bedroom. How he got there I don't know - the kittens used to be able to get there, but gave it up as they grew, and he's bigger than any of them are now.
I had of course checked all the open drawers...
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(A really sneaky one is sitting on a chair pulled up to a table. Unless you explicitly check, you'll miss that one.)
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I was thinking that he'd probably tucked himself away some place nice and cozy, and reminiscing about one cat I had who only exerted herself to climb into a particular dresser drawer when there was cashmere in it. Champagne tastes, that one!
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I have started retraining the staff. They went out without permission this afternoon so I retired to a convenient drawer and waited for the fuss to start. They go AWOL = I go AWOL . Even a human ought to work it out eventually.
Still no decent grub so thanks once again for the candied mice.
Also they're still calling me Oscar . Not sure it's me. What do you think babes ?
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Oram P Wildebeest