It looks like James had a friend drop by and join him for breakfast. But that's what friends are for.
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The Way the Wind Blows
Real Change
Tiptoe
Separated at Birth
Wind Over Dry Bones
The Wind Bag
The old fart was once a squirt.
The Air of My Ways
- Bob
- Texas, United States
- I'm carbon-based. (As are my wife and our three sons -- the cat has gone inorganic on us.)
Wind of Change
9 comments:
HAH!!! I love it! Great minds think alike. As I am commenting, Mr. Kitten is walking across my computer and being a purring nuisance!
Have a blessed Sunday with that Joyce Lady!
Jennifer
OH! I just noticed something. James' friend is a grown up version of my visitor. Cool!
Jen
I was thinking the same thing, Jennifer. Your kitty is so cute. Wish we had gotten a litter mate for Sallycat when we rescued her from the pound. She hates other cats, but maybe if she'd been raised with one, she would not be so lonely. She gets bored on cold mornings and runs through the house like a mad thing. And she can climb a tree in a flash.
"Dude! What did you ruin that great bowl of milk for?"
So so sweet. Are they doing the stare down for breakfast? The winner takes all?
Bob - I was visiting your lovely bride when you were visiting and commenting to me!
I read several of her posts and enjoyed my visit very much!
Jennifer
"You gonna eat that?"
Hee hee... That's the best kind of breakfast friend. Did he share?
yes, at the end, both Bob and James give Sallycat the last drops of milk. No wonder she waits---they have her trained. You don't dare turn your back or fetch more milk...
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