I've heard my name a few times lately in a soppy sympathetic tone, along with another word that sounds like it. "Scooter...." And "Nooter....", something like that. And "Scooter.... Vet....".
"Wednesday" is also mentioned. What's a Wednesday? Or a Nooter? Or a Vet?
I don't know. Nothing to do with me, probably.
So I won't worry about it.
Ooh , that might put an end to the wolf whistling .
ReplyDeleteoh oh ...
ReplyDeletePoor Scooter, if you only knew.
ReplyDeleteRupert says he didn't have to go until he was six months old! Poor little kitten, but best in the long run!
ReplyDeleteWell, we don't really know how old Scooter is, but he's growing so fast he certainly looks to be 5-6 months.
ReplyDeleteThe important thing is to have the particular manly bits available to be removed..... aaaw, poor little lad.....
plug your ears Scooter... don't listen... but, I'm sure she probably only said tutor or something like it....
ReplyDeleteHope all goes well, and he's now back home again, dazed, puzzled and somewhat confused. "I could have sworn I had them when I left"...
ReplyDeleteJan
Ouch!
ReplyDeleteHope he feels better soon.
Lesley x