Hello Becca.Interesting that you're having trouble with kittinz, foofster. My boss has been on hols for a week and has left me to feed His Feline Highness Charlie. Charlie however needs more than food. He also needs love. So he's crawling all over me (literally) seeking attention. And then I find a dead possum in the laundry. Oh Charlie... ok. So I bundle up the departed marsupial and bin the poor soul. Then around lunch time Charlie brings in... the still-warm corpse of a Crimson Rosella. Charlie! *sigh* To his great protest I inhume the bird in a similar fashion. Then I go to lunch. When I come back I'm sitting munching on a burger and I hear a thunk in the next room. On investigation I find Charlie playing with an 8' lizard! CHARLIE!!! At least that guy was still alive when I caught him and secreted him in the bushes.
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Ratsta,
Mon 7 Jan 2008, 5:42,
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...So it's mystery-meat stir-fry for dinner tonight?
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Tribs 🦇 ↓ dn ʎɐʍ sᴉɥʇ ↓🦇,
Mon 7 Jan 2008, 5:49,
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Absolutely!Is it possum and rosella meatloaf? Or Charlie Surprise?
( Ratsta,
Mon 7 Jan 2008, 5:59,
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