The snow has put a serious crimp in Napster's weight reduction program. All summer, and on weekends through the fall, the boys have been collecting the cat and taking him outside, where he has to walk home. This, along with a restricted weight management kibble, has helped him to shed about a pound...
Napster's vote was for the guest who suggested he should have a celebratory tee shirt that read "I BEAT ANOREXIA"
But the boys pressed on with his hiking schedule. Until today. When the snow piled up. And Napster's walking program became more of a snow-ploughing program...
He's less than enthusiastic. Not like Achmed, the participatory cat. On Friday, Mike W. was waiting at the nearby Firehall for his dad, Dave W.. Dave W. was staying at Bondi. This was their last day in the bush for the hunt season, and it was an early start. When Dave drove into the rendezvous, Mike waved him to keep driving. "Don't stop," he called through the opened window, "just drive back to the resort. Slowly. Achmed's on the roof..."
And he was. There and back again, the wind in his whiskers... Luckily Dave never got up to highway speed...
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