I think my old dog is going senile. And I know the cat is.
Today Werewolf woke up from his nap, jumped tohis feet and starting barking the alarm. Alert! Alert! The British are coming!
I looked all over but couldn't see or hear a thing. Either my crappy human ears failed to detect the intruder, or else he woke up from a bad dream and thought it was real.
The cat went out for a total of ten minutes today. Probably it's the smell of the visitor cat--he doesn't feel like his own yard is his anymore.
But the senile part is that he sits on my lap when I know it's not cold--and a few days ago he went into the bedroom and peed on my blanket--I caught him in the act! What the heck?
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