......as it turns out, folks, little Coco felt the lure of the circus life, or some other cosmic calling, and chose to escape yestermorning through the screen door that I had opened for about one milisecond in order to escort my friend (wink wink) to her car. That's right: Coco split the scene, boogied on down the road, agitated the gravel, kept on truckin', hit the road. Sayonara, Coco....see ya in the circus.
...and so it goes....
4 comments:
may her nineth life be spent on the river road!
eh, sai... che serra, serra
here today, Gato Go yesterday. hee hee hee
>^..^<
you know what Confusious say... "catch cat and keep it inside. let it out. if it comes back, it's yours. if it doesn't, it was never yours to begin with." Wise old man.
Am I bummed, Yeah.
Am I surprised, NO. We all knew it was a crap shoot. Better luck next time. The GOOD News is: Cats are a dime a dozen. You can afford to keep doing it until it STICKS. ha Ha HA!!!
Our cat once scooted (after a fight with our dog) and was gone for 6 days and then came home...so just maybe....
Bond...my thoughts closely! P'raps she'll come back, when it gets dark and hungry outside. Like human chill'ns
Here kitty,kitty,kitty.
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