Close to Home by John McPherson for July 02, 2020

Bleeb is under the porch listening to these kitty’s spin these tall tails.

You’d think they’d know from the old saying that rocking chairs are a very bad choice for these residents.

Do they chase the Whipperpussers out of their sandboxes?

Hey kid! Get off my litter box!

Boy, talk about having a cat house in the neighborhood

Plus I had to hack it in the snow. Uphill. Both ways.

Ah yes. Feline, “I can top that” gets a bit disgusting at times.

Hold my catnip.

New meaning for “long ball.”

TMI!

I love it when they sit around and talk about their 8 lives they have lived. It goes on and on

“That’s nuthin’! Yesterday I yak’d up a whole….a whole, um…..when did we move to the porch? Anyway…was I finished?”

The Pet Cemetery is around back,

And my owner used to set out 5 different food bowls hoping I’d like just one of them!

Well I had to walk five miles to a litterbox, uphill there AND back, and couldn’t nap until I got back and my owner had thrown me in the swimming pool…

There’s nothing like being awoken by the sound a cat makes when hawking one of them up at the foot of the bed.

They’re all feeling catty.

The claws are out.

Every time I start my 18-year old car, I give a prayer to Our Lady of the Perpetual Check Engine Light.