Frank,
I really must protest. You are distracting Waffles from her hunting duties. It
can be the only explanation. There is a mole in my garden which is digging up
my lawn *again*....
I have asked The QueenOf All She Surveys why she hasn't caught it yet. She just
gives me a look that says, well... not to be printed in a NG that could eb read
by kittens!
Have a word with her, will you. I've already gone over on my ankle a dozen
times due to the undulating, nay mountainous condition of my lawn and my ankle
is swelling up...
Ear scritches, helen s
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Marina - 24 May 2004 17:32 GMT
> Frank,
>
> I really must protest. You are distracting Waffles from her hunting duties. It
She is taking a well-deserved holiday from her hunting duties. Let Francis
and Marble earn their keep for a change, says I. You can have Waffles back
when she is rested and invigorated (by my company, of course).
> Ear scritches, helen s
Fangu, fangu, never say no to an earscritch. Aaaah.
Purrs,
Frankie