09-27-2006, 12:46 AM
#9 was brought in as DM was washing the dishes. DM's cub speaks enough cat to easily identify the meow of victory when the cat has made another serpent conquest. #9 was small and grey, with a bent tail. It was tossed in the front yard juniper.
#9, ahh, yes, those were the daze...what a band. :rock:
#9, ahh, yes, those were the daze...what a band. :rock:
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