Harry has decided that the neighbor's pretty kitty requires serenading. I have about decided that Harry needs fixed so he signs in a slightly higher voice if you get the idea.
Dang tomcat. Now I know why I am a dog person. I have no patience for lovesick felines. I suppose someone should remind the kitty of the fact that I barely like cats and if he does not stop deciding at all hours of the day and night to yowl his undying love for the damsel outside he will use up my patience and all of those 9 lives.
I closed the venetian blinds in the library room, to prevent his sitting in that window, and Harry stopped yowling and seems to have went to lay down. I should toss his backside out there, it's raining and the one time he was caught in rain he did not even look at the door again for a week. lol Horrible experience when that huge scary sky thing starts to fall on the poor agoraphobic kitty.
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