was instructed by me to stop by the house early this morning
so that I could take him to a safe and wonderful place:
Santa Fe Humane Society
First; he stopped by (our bedroom window) at 4:30 a.m.
Then; he came back at 7:30 a.m.
He does not wear a watch, so I can't be too mad...
After a loud and yowlie car ride,
Bob is enjoying life at the Humane Society.
The next five days will be spent
checking for ID chips,
checking reports of lost cats,
enjoying a bubble bath,
visiting with Dr. Vet for shots,
seeing if he has a cold, or flu, or fleas
and to be "tutored" (OK - it only RHYMES with "tutored"),
and after five days Bob will go out and meet the public.
Let me know if you want to be first on the list.
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