A.B.D. Another boring day. The house is so quiet when 'D&D' are not home. No TV, no sounds of footsteps, no voices. Only the creaks and cracks that an old house makes. It took me a long time to get used to those noses.
The first time I heard them, I thought intruders were in the house. I would sneak into each and every room and look around, sniff, and discover nothing. Sometimes it would take me 4 or 5 hours to explore each room.
I realized it was just the way an old house is.
Sort of like humans.
I have hear humans talk about creaking bones and joints. Especially old humans.
Am I going to make those sounds when I am an old cat?
I hope not! It would make it very difficult to sneak up and scare 'D&D'.
Does anyone know where I can get a can of cat oil?
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