"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen."

Monday, 6 July 2009

On The Prowl

I'm cat-hunting again. The last time this happened it took him 3/4 days to crawl home with a broken leg after being hit by a car; he's now the only 3-legged cat on the block and can't afford to lose any more.


  1. Are the mice playing?

  2. Well, if they are they're doing it quietly.

  3. One gets the impression that quite a few cats have gone missing around here - and fed to their owners, perhaps?

  4. That could explain the missing leg, Spider - tastes like chicken, apparently.


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