Well it seems like I must smell real bad. To cats anyway. There's only one who ventures close enough for me to stroke her. And it has taken some gentle persuasion. The other 2 have probably packed their bags and decided they can't live in a house which isn't as loud and noisy as a zoo. The Talkatives would of had their first full day away. I hope they can cope. It's raining cats and dogs here, while in Spain somewhere the sun is frying eggs in their own shells. I suppose ready made fried eggs could be quite popular. Except for the cats. The other alternative is they have found another home, taken a hike, or stowed away on some other flight hoping to catch up with the rest of the family.
If anyone reading this has an idea of how I can make myself more approachable to these fury beasts. Comments are welcome. But note I am not going to put on a Cat outfit, grow whiskers or meow late at night.
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