Reasons

People have various reasons for doing the things they do. I’m sure the lady who cut in front of me at the grocery store had a perfectly good reason (she had a perfectly large full cart while I had a loaf of bread). The last two times I’ve adopted kitties from the Humane Society, the reasons listed for leaving the kitties were a bit weak from my point of view.

Dylan was given up because he plays too much. I got a big kick out of reading the questionaire of his previous human. It went like this:

Q. Does the cat like to play?
A. All he does is play.

Q. Would the cat rather nap or play?
A. All he does is play.

Q. Does the cat stay wound up after a play session or does she/he settle down quickly?
A. All he does is play.

Q. Is the cat a healthy weight?
A. Yes, because all he does is play.

Q. Has the cat ever bitten you?
A. Yes, when I dangled a string in front of him. All he does is play.

It went on like this for THREE PAGES! I imagine Dylan’s previous human currently looking somewhat haggered, large bags under his eyes, whispering woundedly to himself in the dark (in typical Poe-like fashion) "all he does is play," "all he does is play," (maniacal laughter here) "all he does is play."

An Erinku:
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crashed and
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I pressed keys