It's not really cat watering time, but we had a back fence neighbor who used to say that. He was a cheerful bohemian type, who loved people, cats and alcohol, not necessarily in that order. In the afternoon he'd prop his mug of beer on the garbage can, turn on the hose, and water his garden. His trusty cat Sparky (litter mate of Nose) would try to help. When Sparky would get in the way, John would warn "It's about cat watering time!" and because we were on the other side of the fence, I'm not sure what happened next. He loved that cat.
March 27, 2007
It's Cat Watering Time
It rained yesterday.
It's not really cat watering time, but we had a back fence neighbor who used to say that. He was a cheerful bohemian type, who loved people, cats and alcohol, not necessarily in that order. In the afternoon he'd prop his mug of beer on the garbage can, turn on the hose, and water his garden. His trusty cat Sparky (litter mate of Nose) would try to help. When Sparky would get in the way, John would warn "It's about cat watering time!" and because we were on the other side of the fence, I'm not sure what happened next. He loved that cat.
It's not really cat watering time, but we had a back fence neighbor who used to say that. He was a cheerful bohemian type, who loved people, cats and alcohol, not necessarily in that order. In the afternoon he'd prop his mug of beer on the garbage can, turn on the hose, and water his garden. His trusty cat Sparky (litter mate of Nose) would try to help. When Sparky would get in the way, John would warn "It's about cat watering time!" and because we were on the other side of the fence, I'm not sure what happened next. He loved that cat.
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