
Not that he's starving or anything. He weighs 18 pounds or so.
I DID notice birdfeathers to the left of the pole yesterday.

I think he knows his hunting days are numbered.
If it will quit raining long enough today, I plan on taking the ole weedeater to the base of the pole... exposing Thomas to all the unsuspecting birds!
Also, when it quites raining, I need to find places for the 80-some bulbs my sister mailed to me yesterday. (Thank you, Pam!)

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18 pounds?!? That's not a cat - that's Garfield! He carries it well, though.
I'm with unrelaxeddad on this one.
18 pounds? Whoa!
Fat Cat is one of the reasons that my little wimpy kitties stay indoors.
They wouldn't stand a chance...
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