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| Finnegan's "good child" status is under review |
My
apologies to the neighbors who left their home in my hands when they traveled
for Christmas. I’m sure they did not
intend to have it tramped through and sprinkled with cat hair, just as I did
not expect Finnegan to sneak in behind me when I brought in their newspaper.
I
was just about to leave their home when the silence was broken by a jingle…the exact same
pitched jingle as my cats’ collars. I’ve
had these cats long enough that I didn’t even register surprise, but instead
headed straight to the bedroom to collect my pet. A small gray flash passed by as Finnegan
dashed to the next room.
The rooms
on the first floor are laid out in a circle, making it hard to corner Finny as
he sprinted from room to room. The chase
went on for ten minutes before he suddenly stopped, walked over to me, and
started purring. Apparently he was done
playing and was ready to leave.
At
least this time I didn’t have to get the ladder out to retrieve a cat from the
neighbor’s house.
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