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MEOW

MEOW

Meow.

O.k. I can hear you.

Meow.

Just let me finish this next line.

Meow.

You had some chicken at six,
it's only half past nine.

MEOW.

She is eating tuna now.

Sometimes I wonder what, in the tongue of cat,
my slave name really is.

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Nigel Cresswell...

Cheers Greg, while I wouldn't want to argue with a German shepherd you literally can'tĀ  argue with a cat.
Thanks mate,
NigelĀ 

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Charu Shaawd

Hahaa, so funny and true how our pets like to draw our attention.Brought a smile on my face. ?

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Nigel Cresswell...

after the last MEOW you know the ankles are next. Tuna it is then. Glad it made you smile Charu,
Nigel

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lodigiana

I have no idea how we can become such servants to such haughty masters ....but that's exactly what happens!! #wryknowinghsmile
Loved this Nigel and had no trouble empathising with you!
Lodigiana x

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Nigel Cresswell...

Hi Lodigiana,Ā 
The Egyptians thought they were gods and they have never forgotten. I used to think that I would like to come back as a cat but I now realise that I don't actually want to rule the world.Ā 
I want to come back as a pub dog. Yep, definitely a good pub dog.Ā 
Glad it made you smile my friendĀ 
NigelĀ 

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Tracey Goundrill

This really did make me smile. So so true about cats. They certainly know what they want when they want it ?? x

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