Every time I leave the house, say for work in the mornings, I have to chase Opal out of the garage. Cricket has gotten quite good at wrangling her (and she’s gotten quite good about letting him). But today it was Thumper’s turn:
Opal’s gotten pretty good about letting Thumper manhandle her, too. And it’s a good thing, because apparently he doesn’t mind getting scratched. He just wants to hold them and love them and pet them and hug them and never let them go (although he doesn’t seem to care one way or another about naming them George). 🙂
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 
I was stopped by your picture of troll dolls, drawn in by the words about cat wrangling, and inspired by the Yoda-like name of your blog. I will be back!
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Thanks! Glad you liked. Hard to go wrong with kitties, trolls, and Yoda, it is. 🙂
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Bless… that does look like a happy camper (and cat). Love the stripy tail.
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Indeed – my boys love their kitties. It’s too bad Seymour is so allergic because they would make excellent lap cats, especially Shadow. 🙂
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Enjoyed the literary transition. Took me a couple of seconds to get it.
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I wondered if anyone would. 🙂
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