Shrieking outside. Ran downstairs to find the orange bastard cat running away and Minnie's hindquarters *drenched* in shit.
Nothing. What could I do, turn the hose on him? If I had a cage I could maybe grab him, shut him in it and then turn the hose on him, but
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He's a friendly stray but he's still a stray.
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Ah. Assumed the cat was yours because you named him.
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I've been looking after and feeding a family of strays here for almost 10 years. Taken in two and found a home for a third, but.
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. Banned in Sweden. SubGenius, Zhuangist, white-hat troll. Defrocked mathematician. Brain problems.