You get up every mornin' and the sun never shine
Head to the kitchen to feed them cats in time
Ya scoop sixteen boxes of litter in a row
And all you can think, is "Well, a-bless my soul"
You scoop sixteen boxes and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't call...
But, I feel I must. I'm not asking for anybody to donate anything more than JUST a signature.
And, in my honest opinion, I really don't even know if signatures are going to make one bit of difference. BUT, what if they did?
This is not for me. This is for a friend. Or rather, this is for her...
One would think....that by having a bobcat enclosure in their back yard, complete with bobcat litter box, loaded with bobcat scents, and heaven forbid a BOBCAT. That, wildlife might be scarce, cautious, flat out terrified to approach.
But, I've come to realize........ NOT :lol:
And I mean not...
Buddy has bouts of Feline Hyperesthesia (rolling skin disease). The skin in his back will roll and he'll run around like his tail is on fire. Really hurts to watch. We get him, hold him, and after 30 minutes or so, he's back to normal. Doesn't happen often though.
BUT, the strange case is...