Yesterday, while on the scout, I noticed that Ginger was wagging her tail, which in 'cat speak' is not a sign of happiness and contentment:
I was wondering what got her dander up, and I noticed an old friend was lounging around the property as if he owned the place:
That handsome fellow is my old chum Deer 58, who is festooned with a radio collar and a couple of earrings. I still haven't ascertained who's tracking him, or if he's on some sort of stag parole, but I figure he likes it here and plans on staying. Ginger will just have to get used to him.
Oh yay! It would be interesting to know more about the research he is participating in. But most of all i wish Deer 58 good luck and good health!
ReplyDeleteDeer, deer, deer :) Poor Ginger. Tell her he doesn't eat kitties, and that should settle her down!
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