tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386912343147794659.post2118741761803567292..comments2024-03-27T18:25:17.905-06:00Comments on Books We Love Insider Blog: Clawed and Friends, a feline soap operaBWL Publishing Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17395363916983844544noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386912343147794659.post-37084292678095676142021-08-29T10:20:14.743-06:002021-08-29T10:20:14.743-06:00I once had several cats, when I lived at the house...I once had several cats, when I lived at the house with my ex. Some were adopted from shelters, others rescued from our backyard. They certainly have unique personalities and make life interesting. Nowadays, I live in an apartment with one cat. She is getting old, and her mind wanders. The other morning, she attacked and mauled my arm while I slept in my bed. She was very surprised and puzzled when I screamed. Not the best way to wake up, but I suspect in her little mind she mistook my bare skin for prey. So, I treated my wounds and didn't scowl her. Once I was patched up, she cuddled on my lap and purred. We understand each other. Vijaya Schartzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03562958609545624615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6386912343147794659.post-36280315395741253572021-08-29T07:37:35.824-06:002021-08-29T07:37:35.824-06:00Sounds like fun. I miss having cats but not the bo...Sounds like fun. I miss having cats but not the bosing around or finding dead gifts daily. Nosey holds the record here. The house where we live was once a boarding house. Days after we acquired Nosey as a very young kitten. We went from out bedroom to find 17 dead mice in a row down the hall. Hope you're taking the time to create another story<br />Janet Lane Waltershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15488093917556546485noreply@blogger.com