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.
2 comments:
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!
Deer, deer, deer :) Poor Ginger. Tell her he doesn't eat kitties, and that should settle her down!
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