tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11256222.post2320550332461335262..comments2013-06-29T14:58:37.109-06:00Comments on Musings from Baby Jail: 1 down, 7 to goJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01592312983008232386noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11256222.post-43189894413845598392008-04-10T12:12:00.000-06:002008-04-10T12:12:00.000-06:00One of my former roommates had a little manx named...One of my former roommates had a little manx named Gordy who got outside and we didn't see him for 5 weeks. He was such a tiny little slip of a thing we thought for sure he'd gotten himself killed. Then a lady called from the northwest side of Edmonton who had him living under her back step, and she'd had her son grab him long enough to read the tattoo in his ear.<BR/><BR/>He'd been hunting magpies-- magpies!-- and when she dropped him off he'd transformed into this muscled, feral jaguar cat. Gosh.<BR/><BR/>But, still-- cats will surprise ya.Emmetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00223723243262289188noreply@blogger.com