I lost it, found it, lost it, found it, lost it, found it and, well, it's gone again. Maybe I need to get one of those dog computer chips surgically implanted under my Mojo's skin.
We had a bad storm early this morning: wind, rain, non-stop lightning and thunder. My cat was out since last night and he hasn't come home. We've had him since 1995. He's twelve years old. I want my cat.**He came home. Furry brat.
Phew! I'm so glad he's home! :)
I'm glad he made it home! I worry just about every time that I let my cat out. I know some day she is not going to make it home.
Guess that's why we panic whenever one of ours gets out of the house (they are all housecats). He looks so sweet... and tired! LOL!Glad he's home safe.
Whew... My terrier has escaped a couple of times, but fortunately, I've found him fairly close by or even running back home. Still, it scares the crap out of me every time he's gone.
WHEW! I'm glad he came home. I hate it when they leave like that.
Did you notice your post rhymed? :) Made me smile (the rhyme AND you callin' him names).Sweet picture :) (and I'm glad he's where he's supposed to be now).
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