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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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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!