I’ve written about my orange tabby’s adventures before and here’s another….
It’s 11pm on the east shore of lake Sammamish. I’m coding upstairs and my wife is sewing downstairs. We hear the cat door flick open and then silence. Then Kerry shouts up – hey is Joey chewing a bone up there? Um, no? Oh, because there are crunching sounds coming from somewhere down here.
So I find my cat in the downstairs bathroom about halfway through eating a rabbit he just …

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