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In good news... Heidegger came back home today! He's been gone for about 4 weeks, and definitely has lost a LOT of weight. He may have tried to come home last night, in fact... something passed by the window and set the dog off last night.

I have to thank Pam for noticing him in the garden while Igor and I were attempting to haul a mattress frame upstairs.

He's eaten more than a few times since coming inside, and has cutely been following me around the house ALL NIGHT. He's currently curled up on the couch with me. :)

Posted by Darren James Harkness on Monday, April 12, 2004 11:34 PM
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  1. Yay! Happy cat time!

    Our cats eat about the same way, or at least patches does, complaining *loudly* each time anyone goes into the kitchen that she's STARVING and PLEASE GIVE ME SOME FOOD NOW I'm STAAAAAAAAARVING. I may be only a crazy cat man but in this subject she has achieved communication with people quite easily.

    -- Posted by >> Arcterex » Tuesday, April 13, 2004 10:07 AM
  2. yay Heidegger! good kitty!

    -- Posted by >> Chrissie » Tuesday, April 13, 2004 12:31 PM
  3. Dear Diary,

    I have returned from my 4 week search for my testicles. Still no sign of them. They went missing quite a while ago while I was asleep at the vet's office and I miss them terribly. The bearded one seemed happy to see me. When I regain my strength I will go out again and keep looking.

    -- Posted by >> Heidegger » Tuesday, April 13, 2004 12:48 PM
  4. Good kitty. Now you just have to put on the tiny ball and chain to keep him at home from now on.

    -- Posted by >> Oorgo » Tuesday, April 13, 2004 02:04 PM

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