Ralph has the runs. Oh the heady blend of odours combining in a fragrant mist over our new abode. This is a picture of him perfectly settled before trouble hit. Change of food, methinks. Bloody supermarket gravy stuff. Foul, liquid concoction. And that was before it came out of the tin and was processed by Ralph's insides. Enough! This site is descending into a stench-filled cesspit. Beauty will be restored as quickly as possible.P.S. Oh the relief. He is fine today.
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Ralph could be the brother of my cat, Jane. How funny!
Is she a silver tabby too?
Jane's a silver tabby who has exudes dog-like devotion. She's deemed a certain member of the household the leader of her pride...trails him about the house, sits eagerly by the door when she thinks it's about time for him to come home from work, goes territorial when strangers to the house come too near him. We nicknamed her the Ca-dog because no proper cat would ever be so overtly obsessive about a person.
:-) She sounds very related to Ralph. He also follows me around the house, sits by me at the table when I am eating and walks around the bath when I am in it. This is the most hilarious aspect of his devotion. I am sure one day he will fall in.
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