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I'm laid back in the chair here now, so he wants to be on my lap, and I'm telling you man this cat He went from like being outside most of the time to barely ever wanting to be outside anymore Like he goes outside Wear jeans around no boxers or like Jim shorts or something like that around the house so when I come in I take my For when I need to go outside again. It's just the way. I've always done it. I don't like pants in the house You know, when I'm here by myself, anyway, when I got company, I'll wear pants, obviously. But my pants are on the back of the chair, and Dewey's over on the chair, Pa trying to grab my keys. He still plays like a little kitten, and I'm not quite sure how old he is. When I had him to the vet a couple of years ago to get snipped, they said that he was less than a year old then. And that's a couple of years ago now, so I'm guessing, you know, he's probably almost three, I'm guessing. But he still plays like a little kitten. Laser pointers, keys, anything that drops on the floor. The tumbleweeds from under the fridge. That moved in several years, and I guess there's dust woolies under there, little fur balls and stuff. And he'll reach in and get one out of there. Despite the fact that he's got all kinds of toys, you know, sticks with feathers on them, little balls. He's got all those things, you know, around the floor somewhere, probably under the couches and whatnot. and whatnot. He's on the desk now, looking at his reflection, which are not his own body movement, any intelligence. I've always thought cancer. Hey, we're going to George next. KB0MAI.