A few minutes later Gerald arrived and was greeted by all nine surrounding him, prancing and rubbing against his legs. My brother and I were at the kitchen window, looking at the daily ritual. (Les had bestowed Gerald's title "The Can Opener With Legs")
Les began singing "Daddy's Home", an old Shep and The Limelites song, and we put our heads together to sing "Rat-A-Tat" in our best Doo-Wop fashion, as Gerald, "The Can Opener With Legs", walked through the door.
CATS! They love "The Can Opener With Legs"!
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That's what I'm talkin about!
e-mail from Patty Burch:
"How does a beloved cat die when he is living in heaven there? All those cats look just like my Smokey Joe who is now being raised (or is it reared?) by the people who bought our house. I miss him so much. I go out there and take him treats all the time. The last time, he ate the treat and then turned and walked away from me with his nose in the air!"
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