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but then, he changed. he started going out at night. i knew he was sleeping around.
i could just tell... a cat-owner knows. he'd slink into my bed early in the morning,
smelling like one of the kids, and i knew. he was a hussy!
so i put a collar with a little bell on it around his neck. you always hope they mean it
when they say i'm yours forever, but of course, they don't. they're just hussies at heart
i guess. it's in their jeans.
but then he stayed out all night and didn't bother to come to me until almost noon. and he had feathers
on his fur, and he smelled of bird! so i put a bigger bell on his collar and a tin tag to clank
against the bells to make even more noise.
all to no avail. i started finding little bird bodies all over the place. first in my bedroom, a little
gift so i would know he could, whenever he wanted to, whether i liked it or not. reminders of his
hussy-ness haunted me.
so i bought a flashing red light and snapped it on his collar! take that you little hussy! now any
bird you catch, deserves to be caught!
you can see him in action...
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