Friday, November 16, 2012

Late

Mum had to work to early o'clock this morning, so I did not get my dinner til she gotted home at 11:30am.  Times are tough at chez Q,  I might have to even go on the street and beg for my supper.

PS don't worry about me being on the street.  I stay away from the moving cars and anybuddy that would steal me.

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  1. Late? Supper? That happens sometimes, to kitties and Mommas. No fun, but we muddle through. srsly.

    I will try not to worry about you, Miss Pops. Just as I try not to worry about the gray boys when I let them outside. I tried everything I could think of to try to get Gandalf content with only being an inside kitty, but he just isn't haven't any of that. I just pray for them to be safe when I let them out. Fortunately, the cul-de-sec we live in here at the Swamp is not busy with a bunch of cars.

    Have an on-time supper day, ladies!

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  2. The cat before me was indoor/ outdoor and my human had the sneaking suspicion that she had other humans she visited to beg for food!

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  3. Hi glad you found my blog so I could find yours! :) I have been reading it this morning and am now a follower.
    Kim

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  4. aaaaahhhhh....poppy...pleez stay off de sidewalk


    yur garden is WAAAAAAAAAY better and nicer lookin.....

    plus, we think we remembered seein sum fancee feast hidin in de left korner yesterday

    hope ewe haza grate week oh end !

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  5. It is terrible when supper is late and Mom had to work all night!

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  6. Mom says she doesn't know what's worse, you waiting for dinner, or mom having to work late.

    We hopes you got an extra helping, MOL

    Sasha, Sami, & Saku

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  7. Thankfully that doesn't happen often, Poppy!

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  8. We worry terribly about you in the street, dear Poppy! We know you are smart but beans are sometimes very stupid and that is the problem. Do take care!

    Did you have some dry kitty food to snack on until dinner? Just think of your kibble as hors d'oeuvres.

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