Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for July 28, 2022

Well, good luck to him (or her).

Does it count as “going somewhere” if it’s following an established route through its territory which ends where it started?

(By the way, cats should definitely be indoor pets. Roaming pet and feral cats live shorter lives and are an environmental disaster.)

http://abcbirds.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Loss-et-al.-2013-Impact-of-free-ranging-domestic-cats-on-wildlife-in-U.S..pdf

Not just somewhere but somewhere else.

This is Everett Byram-quality humor!

…and had more important business than you had, so… :-P

That cat is known as a slinker. There are some big rats in this museum and this cat looks like a good mouser, too.

…A Night At The Opera…

…A Day At The Races…

…Hawkeye Pierce…

…I don’t know where she is going…

…but I’m going there, too…

…I wouldn’t join a club that would have me as a member…

…I never forget a face, but in your case I’ll be glad to make an exception…

…The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing…

… If you can fake that, you’ve got it made…

…Hooray for Captain Spaulding…

…You bet your life…

We walked right past the goons, without mishap. Entering my office, I saw more evidence of this not being real. No dust. There were motes dancing in the light coming through the partially closed venetian blinds, but no dust on anything. Such a clear lapse in continuity, but I hadn’t noticed. Well, I wasn’t really a detective, was I? I pointed to the Rolodex on the desk. “In there.” “No kidding,” she said, “you’re using SOS cards. Nobody has used these in twenty years. Encrypted Secure Offline Storage cards that fit in a Rolodex. Beautiful! Nobody even has readers for these any more. But, since this isn’t real, that doesn’t matter. Done. We can go now.” She started to walk out. I hesitated. “You said you were going to fill me in? I can see this isn’t real, now. But I’ve got a weird feeling about it. Give. What’s up?”

He stalking his prey….stealing items from your neighbors house and bringing it back to yours…..((((((gasp)))))

A sock, a dogs bone, toothbrush, pen, ping pong ball…..

I was born on Friday the 13th.

Black cats fear crossing my path.

(not really – my semi-step daughter has a black cat. Nate. we’re buddies.)

Could be it was following a chicken across the road.

No doubt about it, he’s coming back.

Yes. She’s on her way to breakfast.

Stunning background spoiled …?

Stop pu$$y footin’ around. Tell me how you really feel. It’s hard to pu$$y foot when you are lame. A limp doesn’t kinder to pu$$y footin’. Of course, if this was prohibition era, you’d just be a teetotaler. 2022 is no time for pus$$y footin’.

Means Dunkin Donut, my black cat is heading to the dining room for dinner.

Is this another way of saying, Superstition ain’t the way? I wonder if little Stevie ever met Groucho?

This cat’s had a wonderful time, but Frog Applause wasn’t it.

Cat’s going to Backhoe Oklahoma.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjgefZhZeEY

It may be that you are attributing too much intentionality to the slinky black feline, which may merely be ambling about aimlessly rather than “going somewhere”!