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After the third bird carcass in the back room in less than three months, we finally got off our asses and put a collar on Xanthos last night. He immediately started sooking at us, and trying to hide as if the bell were another cat just behind his head.
Whatever; he'll get used to it. This morning, however, he was still in a foul mood and bolted out the back just before lunchtime. It's now almost 6pm and I still haven't found him. I hope that he hasn't done something stupid to himself.
Whatever; he'll get used to it. This morning, however, he was still in a foul mood and bolted out the back just before lunchtime. It's now almost 6pm and I still haven't found him. I hope that he hasn't done something stupid to himself.