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People always talk about being able to hear the crickets chirping. Well at our house, as the night becomes quiet, what we hear is the frogs. They are the loudest little things! Anyway, our cat likes to go out and sit on the deck at night, and up until recently this was no problem. But then spring brought out the frogs, and their noise scares the cat half to death. He comes tearing into the house, across the upstairs, down the stairs, and either into my brother's room, or the family room. 'Course about 20mins later he'll be back out on the deck and repeat the cycle, until someone picks him up and locks him away in Dan's room for the night. Tonight, I was downstairs in the living room watching B5 (PS: Thanks Shades and Raven!) when I heard the tell-tale pattering of Dali streaking across the upstairs. As expected, seconds later he came shooting down the stairs and into the family room. Where he proceeded to run into an open cupboard door.
Never claimed to have an intelligent cat.
posted by
Pixie at 8:52 PM
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