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  CAT'S CORNER

My name is Cat. I am the proper cat in the house. I'm the one who looks like a cat and acts like a cat. Flash is too old and would rather sleep all day and Fudge... well, what can I say. She has no idea, she just sits around hoping she looks cute and pretty. I'm the one who catches mice and I'm not afraid of the d*gs. I know they won't hurt me, Shannon wants to play and Khan doesn't know I exist. The old d*g, Sultan, who isn't here anymore, picked me up in his mouth. I wasn't scared and he didn't hurt me but I didn't appreciate dog slobber by the bucketfull all over me. EEEEWWW.

This is me with Fudge. I found a lovely spot right in front of the window, so where did she decide she wanted to sleep? In exactly the same place I did. I didn't budge but she managed to squirm her way in closest to the window. Still, it was nice to snuggle up with her though I wouldn't tell her so.

Here I am sitting on My rock that the man next door put in for me when he built his garden. I can see everything that is happening in the street from here. I can plan sneak attacks on Fudge and watch out for the really dumb Blue Cattle Dog that lives next door. I would bet my whiskers on the cows anyday.