There she goes again. Mom continues to read that newspaper.
I told her to stay away from those sad obituaries
, but this time she found one on the front page of the Style section of The Washington Post
. Gus Chang the cat
died. He had patrolled a block in Washington, D.C. Of course, Mom burst into tears when she read about Gus Chang. This Gus was 17 and had cancer, but 16 years ago Mom had a cat named Gus. He had stomach cancer and died at the young age of 6. I was born a week after Gus died and came into Mom's life a couple of months later.
On another note, we had an intruder in my yard this evening! Mom had her camera with her, and she had just fed me my dinner on my naked deck.
She walked down into the yard while I ate. Little did I know, but while I was busy eating, there was an evil intruder in my yard! Tiger! Mom didn't inform me while it was happening, but later she showed me the photographic evidence that I have posted here. Tiger was at the bottom of the yard by the brush pile, which is next to my natural outdoor litter box. You can see his vishus laser beam eyes here. Mom thinks that he is handsome with his floofy orange fur, but I can't let this rival steal her heart. Tiger lives next door and sometimes we don't see him for months. He stays inside for long stretches then gets let out and roams the neighborhood for days. One winter, after Mom had cleared all the plant debris out of the front window box, Tiger used to like to nap there in the sun. Mom would see him there at 7:45 a.m. when she would be leaving for work. Sometimes in the summer he would sleep in the vines on top of the lattice over the swing. Regardless, I DO NOT welcome him into MY yard. He is NOT my friend.
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