Harvey slipped out again. Laughint manically, he raced across the grass...to a
bush two feet away. Where he proceeded to crouch in the nice grass-free [1]
dirt underneath and nibble on...a piece of grass.
I'll never figure him out
[1] He hates grass.

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LOL - 13 Apr 2004 05:46 GMT
> Harvey slipped out again. Laughint manically, he raced across the grass...to a
> bush two feet away. Where he proceeded to crouch in the nice grass-free [1]
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> [1] He hates grass.
Well, do *you* want to walk around on your yummy snacks before eating
them? Lots of cats eat grass - Harvey might enjoy some grass grown in
a pot inside. Pet stores usually carry the seed - seed from a garden
center may be treated with things that would be bad for him.
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Krista