I noticed our cat, Patches, looking puzzled while peering intently out into the backyard this afternoon. She didn’t seem agitated like she might be if a snake was the object of her attention, nor was she chattering in the way cats do when a bird is in sight. This little guy was causing the commotion. I think we should call it, “Mom, Why Is That Rock Moving?”
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“Mom, why is the rock moving?” Perfect.
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She was baffled.
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LOL! Love it!
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Seriously funny xxxx
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I am the crazy cat lady.
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we have two turtles and the cats find them endlessly fascinating, that may happen the day one of the cats get bitten lol
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Chances are ours will never get close enough to one of the turtles to find out what might happen!
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