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There's a cat in the rafters. I really want to get him out. I heard a meow from the closet and it wasn't one of mine. I am entirely compelled to draw him down, as I can hear the commotion from the aluminum vents, but I know it would only cause disturbance to our own two pets. This is really killing me, like a dog watching a squirrel from under a tree, I have never passed up a chance to grab a cat, like a gambler who's never passed up a bet. I could easily get him down, cats come to me. I could lure him with the birdie and drive him to the SPCA where he'd find himself a cozy, insulated lock slot for the night. But, on the other hand there may be some poor boy or girl attempting to coax their precious pet as I was not too long ago. There, I've put in my ear plugs and made sure the closet door is shut. I sure hope the poor, little feller finds his way out!
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
I Am The Crazy Cat Lady (and I own that ****
There's a cat in the rafters. I really want to get him out. I heard a meow from the closet and it wasn't one of mine. I am entirely compelled to draw him down, as I can hear the commotion from the aluminum vents, but I know it would only cause disturbance to our own two pets. This is really killing me, like a dog watching a squirrel from under a tree, I have never passed up a chance to grab a cat, like a gambler who's never passed up a bet. I could easily get him down, cats come to me. I could lure him with the birdie and drive him to the SPCA where he'd find himself a cozy, insulated lock slot for the night. But, on the other hand there may be some poor boy or girl attempting to coax their precious pet as I was not too long ago. There, I've put in my ear plugs and made sure the closet door is shut. I sure hope the poor, little feller finds his way out!
My fiancé and I have two cats, and having grown up with an entirely neurotic older sister who once made my family stop on our way home from a vacation to pick up a litter of raccoons whose mother our father had accidentally hit, I've decided to let this one go.
emily-rebecca-burch
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
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