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Spice was up a tree! High!!!!
Morgan was ready to call in the National Guard. She got the standard–they don’t find cat skeletons in trees, do they?–reminder……. Wasn’t impressed. She got out the flashlight in case Spice didn’t know which way was down.
Maybe I shoulda let her call in the National Guard. There’d be Spice, just chillin’ in a tree, and the National Guard could show up in their tanks and helicopters and flak jackets. OHMYGOD, it’s a CAT IN A TREE! THAT’S NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE!
She was sitting on the porch swing yesterday and I bet she was stuck there, too. She was probably stuck with her head in the food dish this morning. GOOD THING WE’VE GOT HELICOPTERS AND TANKS AND CUTE NATIONAL GUARD BOYS!
Oh, wait…… Yes, let’s DO call them……..:wigglebrow:
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