Oh Donnie boy, the vet, the vet is calling
To neuter you, so you’ll no longer roam.
The moment’s come; it’s time for your de-balling.
It’s best for you that you stick close to home.
Though come ye back when you cannot make babies;
From empty sacks your seed you will not sow.
You and Le Roi could still stay buddies maybe
But Donnie boy, oh Donnie boy, your balls must go.
What advice can there be when one loses one’s cerises noires? 🤣
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I think it’s doubtful, to be honest. Cat Daddy has a friend who lives about halfway between us and Donnie’s, and when he was over there he looked out at the back garden and Donnie’s route here is not easy.
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Oh my, I didn’t realise that! I will check the comments. Thanks for letting me know! The route is quite a complicated and arduous one. It wouldn’t surprise me if we didn’t see Donnie anymore.
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🍒✂️
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Let’s hope he will be sans cerises next time!
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He has a perfectly lovely cat two doors away, who wants to be friends … but Sa Maj won’t have it! 🙄
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Yup. Including les cerises noires. 😬
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Haha, thank you!
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