I have two cats Robson who is 7 years old (he looks like this cat) and Oliver who is 13 years old (he's black and white and only has half a tail). Why is it they have to bring me home little presents. The bring me home, lizards, geckos garden cockroaches, field mice, and a freaking lot of frogs. I'm okay with that. the thing I have a problem with is I have to then catch the little blighters. for some reason (and I'm happy about it) they never kill the animals. They just come and drop them on the floor near me and then lay down and watch me try and catch them. I've invested in a little net and a stout piece of cardboard so I can catch and release them back outside.
I know they are supposed to bring you gifts when they love you. I just wish they wouldn't bring them into the house. I always think to myself, the little buggers always look so proud of themselves when they bring me said gifts. If I don't acknowledge them fast enough, then they will meow loudly until I do.
My writing is getting back on track. I'm happy with the progress I've been making each day.
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