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I scared it when it was cleaning up the bit of scattered cat food on our porch and it went and hid in the little house I put out when the old man stray cat was injured… I think it is the one I called Spot when it was younger – it is pretty large now.
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Bun al… wait?
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Badass like a ‘roo.
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Las gallinas hermanas.
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around here, we call them
f#$%ing street chickens!
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My latest rescue from the house felines:
It was in rough shape—dehydrated/traumatized/possibly poisoned— when I found it huddled next to one of the litter boxes in the sun porch aka cat room. I scootched it into a jar with paper towels and a little bread soaked in water fully expecting it to die, but it didn’t. So it got an upgrade to a plastic storage bin with holes in the lid, more soggy bread and other food to continue its recovery.
The mouse population around here doesn’t appear to have the strongest survival instincts. I suppose giving it convalescent care before releasing it tomorrow after the rain stops doesn’t help fortify the mousie gene pool either.
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P**** de Galinhas de Rua or Gallinas Calejeras.
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one of my favorite t-shirts
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