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Swirl’s Chewed Things: Animals
Hello. I am Swirl.
There is an animal here.
I poked open the door and there it was on the chair looking at me. Staring at me. Like it lives here.
Where have they been keeping this animal? I don’t understand.
It eats little tiny food. I tried it. Fishy but nice.
And it puts its poop in a sandbox which I started to look into and then got jerked away.
Punchy doesn’t know.
If Punchy knew about this, he’d race up and down the steps a hundred times and then trip and get up and go hide by the hutch. He’s not like me. He can’t handle change.
I’m fine with an animal being here. I’m an animal. Punchy’s an animal.
We’re all animals. Right?
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And soon, Swirl, those high shelves behind him in the picture will beckon to be explored and rearranged, sending those those stuffed animals on the top shelf tumbling to the floor, where you can nosh on them to soothe your pica-driven fabric cravings. The cat is your friend, Swirl.
Swirl asked me to tell you that this hadn’t occurred to him, but he now eagerly awaits these gifts.
Here to report that there is ample evidence that a certain cat did just as you describe in your comment although all the stuffed animals are in their places. We’ll see what happens next.
Our puppy just had a similar introduction to a rabbit in the blueberry patch. She didn’t know what to make of it. Let’s hope that Swirl and she never get the urge to pounce on the cat and/or the rabbit.
I am crossing fingers that neither Punch nor Swirl decides to find out what a cat tastes like. The results will not be happy.
New cat? British Blue?
Swirl rocks.