(Let’s retrace my steps here… First I chased the squirrel across the yard. Then the squirrel hopped over the fence into the next yard, and so I hopped the fence too. Then I chased it over the patio table, across the trash bins, and through the open window. And then the squirrel ran though the cat door, and… ah, that was the problem: I’m larger than a cat.)
Whatever doesn’t kill us makes us cuter, Sharon H.
Um…I meant to do that.
Oh, Bob.
Bob, Bob, Bob… I too think I am smaller than I really am. But at least I’ve never gotten stuck in a cat door. I have gotten stuck trying on a dress or too. ?
Join the club! Fortunately it was a maxi dress, so I was able to free myself by standing on the hem and pulling until I emerged, red-faced and dishevelled. That was the moment I finally admitted I was no longer young and thin…
Me too! Actually getting stuck will snap you into reality real fast.
Hope Bob isn’t too disillusioned!
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‘Still beats the Cone of Shame, though!’
Oh, Bob. Come here, I’ll kiss it better.
SQUIRREL !!
WHAM!!
DOH !!!!!!!!!
(Looks like something from the ’60s Batman series)
That sums it up perfectly!