Is there nowhere a cat may call his own?
Feb. 1st, 2013 07:15 pmHonestly, my poor Baz. He made himself a nest, in my shirt drawer -

- where a boy really ought to be safe against all comers. Only then there was the question of welcoming Karen home, and accepting the traditional treat she offers; after which -

Oy. A cuckoo, I tell you! In the nest! Barry sits in exile on my desk, and humphs quietly to himself every now and then. A gentleman most put-upon, and quite put out about it.

- where a boy really ought to be safe against all comers. Only then there was the question of welcoming Karen home, and accepting the traditional treat she offers; after which -

Oy. A cuckoo, I tell you! In the nest! Barry sits in exile on my desk, and humphs quietly to himself every now and then. A gentleman most put-upon, and quite put out about it.