Before there was Benji there was Tiger. This is one of his earliest stories and reminds me it’s time to make another appointment with the jail! 🙂
Tiger here. With a tale about the jail. And my dramatic escape. Okay, just kidding. There was no dramatic escape. But there was a rather harrowing experience with the jail box today. Now that I have settled down I will tell you about it. It all started out as a rather typical day. The sun was up and the birds were chirping their little morning songs as they do. I woke up after a few hours of interrupted sleep (bad kitty dreams – I see now they were warnings) and ask Bob to let me out for my morning rounds.
I’m out for maybe an hour or two. When I return Sue is up and welcomes me back into the house with the usual loving and petting and this is followed by a distribution of fancy feast, gravy style. So far so good. After breakfast I’m ready to go…
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