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the cat @ the hatt(aways')

or, how i learned to clean the litter box

Hobbes.

I went with Nat to pick up my birthday/anniversary/father's day/hogswatch gift from the airport. Nat found and purchased a five-month old Pixie-Bob for me. It is without doubt one of the coolest gifts I've ever been given. Our friends Channon and Joe had a Pixie-Bob and I found it's temperament to be the ideal mix of dog and cat. Of course, I hadn't wanted one badly enough to seriously look for one, or to purchase one, or to commit to a litter box. Nat handled the hard work and left the litter box to me. After several days of watching the cat torment Nat's beagle Suzy by pouncing at her out of nowhere, taking a couple of playful swipes, then chasing her out of the room, Hobbes seemed like the perfect choice of name.

By jack hattaway on April 17, 2009.
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Move along. Nothing to see here. Literally. I'm short and wide and just here to keep this box open.

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