July 11th, 2014

Cat Air

It's The Thought That Counts

One of the peculiarities of Calvin, the cat whom I'm sitting, is that after his owners' daughter was born, he started bringing them little presents - either because he felt neglected, or because he doubted their ability properly to provide for their offspring. These gifts have ranged from someone else's Christmas ham to a small bottle of bicycle oil.

This morning, I came downstairs to discover that I was the lucky recipient of a large, raw chicken bone. (God knows where he got it; he probably mugged a fox.)

I am quite flattered, as well as relieved that it wasn't some pathetic partially-dead creature for me to dispatch. Yuk, though.
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