Bean is still hoping a certain tabby will show up. According to the Davises, he tends to go walk about and has gone for long periods of time before he shows back up. Given all the plant life in the area, there are certainly plenty of places to hide if you don't want to be found.
If he is trying to back to his old haunt, it's four miles, and except for one big canal, there's not to much in the way of obsticales. And there is a work around for the canal. Of course, we don't know if was downloading map quest directions when he was hooked to the USB port.
Tristan Tabby Cat go outside Thursday night and not come home. Bean has been all over the neighborhood looking for him, and we even go and check out the back yards, down by the canal and all the little bolt holes the local cats use, but we've not seen hide nor hair of him.
Since he come here, all he want to do is leave, so obviously he not wish to live here. I do not know why. He get good foods (MY FOODS) and lots of attention (from MY BEAN) and lots of Catnip (MY PRIMO CATNIP) and toys (MY EEEKS MOUSE!!!!!).
I have nothing to do with his disappearance. Yes we have our differences, but I was not that mean to him that he need to book, first chance he get.
Bean think he may be trying to go back to his hold haunts by the Davis' house. I do not know who far from here that is.
So that is why, no new posts from Tristan. If we hear anything else, I let know, but frankly I did not think I need brofur in first place so to me, not great loss. Bean of course feel otherwise, but...what can you do?
After running back and forth between the front door and the back door (back door? Where did that come from?) and yowling very loudly, my Massage Therapist relented and let me out. It's been 10 days. I mean, come on already!
This is soooo much better. A tiger needs a jungle to stalk in.
You need to sweep up this patio lady!
Nice Hybiscus bush.....
You mean she's out here too?
You can, and you can hide, but you cannot escape, the Demon Cat from Hell!
Mancats love to live hard and play tough. If you don't believe me, just look at what I did to these fev-ver things:
Mancats also know that discretion is the better part of valor, but despite what you may have heard, I was not cowering under the sink in fear because I tore up the demon cat's fev-ver ball toys. No sir. I was just checking out the plumbing.
I guess I should go and see about joining the M-Cat Club now. Right after I chow down a little breakfast....
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I was meowing to go outside last night but my personal massage therapist said no, I can't go outside for two weeks. "Well, how long as it been," I meow back. She says it's not even a week. Two weeks must be like forever. I saw how the demon cat who lives here does it. She goes outside and then meows to come back in. I could do that.
She can't honestly think I'd run away. I mean, where else would I find my own personal massage therapist? Look at how relaxed I am!
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