Quickly walking by this, I saw Lit Cripsy.
What is "lit cripsy" -- hey, he's toasted and baked? What are they trying to sell here?
It's really, clearly Lil' Crispy, but not when you're in a hurry.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
The cat who wasn't breakfast
During the morning walk today, there was a cat in his lawn. He was black, bold and not intimidated by the "ha ha to you canines" leashed dogs. Despite their best bouncing and jumping efforts, he did not move. He kept out of leash range -- how he knew where that was I don't know. Echo and Cheyenne were incensed.
Echo's belly still makes some funky sounds, but he seems to be feeling well, getting sick last night on the blanket (thankfully not on the bed) and later at the threshold to the outside door.
Far cleverer, from my observations, he wore a torn toy around his neck -- like a candy necklace, chew when needed.
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