Poor little fellas were slipping and sliding all over the place. Only one of them had the sense to sit down. They were pretty up for having their photo taken though, I think they'd had previous run-ins with the paparazzi. I wondered where they were being taken...maybe out for lunch...maybe to be sheared...maybe to be sold...maybe to be killed...who knows. If the latter is true, RIP. Ewe will be greatly missed.
...sorry about that
The cat I live with has recently developed a new hobby which involves the chasing and eating of lizards. I heard some scuffling under the bean-bag the other day and found said kitty trying to claw and jump on a 5 inch lizard. The little fella had had it's legs mangled by the evil killer cat...I had to put him in a cup and chuck him outside. (Note - it was a gentle, and carefully carried out 'chuck') Apparently the next day the kitty was at it again! How do them there lizards taste hmmmm!?
Evil huh...?!
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