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He winked at me. I swear to Zeus he did

Everyone wonders what their pets do all day while they’re at work. I know you do; don’t lie.

I got a glimpse of what Jojo kitty might be doing with his time besides sleeping and eating.

He’s getting so pudgy that it’s possible he’s even eating in his sleep. Our old cat, Geddy, is really getting up

Here are the boys 2 years ago. Jojo looks so tiny!

Here are the boys 2 years ago. Jojo looks so tiny!

there. We think he’s 17 this year. He’s a very stately old gentleman who’s getting weirder and weirder. Can cats get senile? We wonder. Anyway, part of growing old is that he’s diminished considerably in size. He used to be a monster and now he’s…smaller. All except his feet. Those are still enormous. Imagine George Burns wearing clown shoes–if George wore a peach colored fur coat. We’ve been trying to fatten Geddy up, but sadly Jojo scarfs down most of the high-calorie food along with the regular kitty chow plus any table scraps he can beg out of us.

Anyway, I think Jojo has gotten himself a new hobby, and I believe he was practicing the other morning.

I was trying to get ready for work. I was standing before the closet lamenting my clothing choices when I heard a faint meow. I poked my head into the closet and answered with a meow of my own. There was another faint meow in return. I started to panic a bit. Where the hell were my cats?

At first I thought it was Geddy because he likes to crawl into small, snuggly places and take extended naps. Just as I separated the pants on the bottom rack so as to crawl into the bottom of the closet, Geddy wandered by. He glanced at me, I’m certain he rolled his kitty eyes, and then hopped on the bed for that nap I

Roles have bit reversed now

Roles have bit reversed now

mentioned.

I heard the faint meow again and whirled back towards the closet. Oh my God! It was my Baby Joe. Meow, I hollered into the darkness. Meow. It sounded like it was coming from inside the wall. How in the hell did he get his fat ass inside a wall?

Meow, I said again. A faint answering call sounded back.

Holy Zeus! I figured I was going to be late for work. Where did My Honey keep the sledge hammer? Meow. I was getting frantic now.

“Where is my cat?” I asked the universe.

“On my bed,” Bandit answered from his bedroom.

Sure enough, Jojo was curled up on my son’s bed. He looked asleep, but I know it was all a ruse. He surly was practicing his ventriloquism technique.

 

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