Uhhm.......you don't want to see the lions that live in MY mind?
I am approaching the end of my 'Second Hand Lion' life........
Only difference is I have nothing to plunder by you.
You, my friends, have nothing to gain by my passing. Nor my kitties.
I shall have to attend to their care once I am gone.
A few folks have my address, and, when I have attended to my demise, might please do well to address kitty issues. I won't be here to do so.
If more than two days go by with no contact, it would be well to put 'kitty contact' protocol into effect. Two day protocol. They can get buy for that long with the extended water bowl and kibbles.
Squirrel has to get her meds for her thyroid every day, and TiggerII is losing an eye.
I just might have to make a run to see if that old '90 Olds can do a 120 mph run one of these days......
You shall understand, I hope.......We old 'second hand lions', have to to do these thingys...... If I turn up upside down in a barn in a 1990 Olds Cutlass Ciera that could not do 85 tops in real life........you shall know that I found a way to make it do 125. I did change the speedo to one that would do 140. And the fuel pressure regulator, and the spark plugs, and the manifold pressure sensor, and the......oh, never mind,
I know this might be premature, of course, but one must prepare.
Seti whacko, resident evil, and town clown...
Crunching Seti, loving all of God's kitties.
I have met a few friends in my life.
Most were cats.