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- Autorius: James A Murtha
- Leidėjas: James A. Murtha
- Metai: 2016
- Puslapiai: 116
- ISBN-10: 0692635831
- ISBN-13: 9780692635834
- Formatas: 12.7 x 20.3 x 0.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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Kalamazoo behaves like an ordinary cat-some of the time. He purrs, bats tinfoil balls, chases birds and mice, is finicky about his food, twitches his tail, cleans himself, and sleeps a lot. But Mooze-as Jim calls his cat-buddy-also plays guitar, paints, rides a Harley, types on a laptop, and sails in the Gulf. Jim never knows what Mooze will do next. Here's a snippet from the time the two friends recreated a steer wrestling event they'd been watching on TV. It was Jim's turn to play the steer. Mooze wandered off to his room and took the longest time in preparation, while I put away my hat and boots. I left the shirt on since it was sweaty anyhow. I was about to call him when I heard a slurred, "Buenas tardes, amigo." He made his entrance in style, sashaying into the living room wearing the fanciest boots I'd ever seen on a cat-blackened armadillo, mind you. His little ears poked through a tiny black Stetson. Chaps with more studs than a rock star protected his rear legs. A black silk bandana circled his neck. He must have practiced the bow-legged walk, because he had it down pat, and I mean pat.
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- Autorius: James A Murtha
- Leidėjas: James A. Murtha
- Metai: 2016
- Puslapiai: 116
- ISBN-10: 0692635831
- ISBN-13: 9780692635834
- Formatas: 12.7 x 20.3 x 0.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
Kalamazoo behaves like an ordinary cat-some of the time. He purrs, bats tinfoil balls, chases birds and mice, is finicky about his food, twitches his tail, cleans himself, and sleeps a lot. But Mooze-as Jim calls his cat-buddy-also plays guitar, paints, rides a Harley, types on a laptop, and sails in the Gulf. Jim never knows what Mooze will do next. Here's a snippet from the time the two friends recreated a steer wrestling event they'd been watching on TV. It was Jim's turn to play the steer. Mooze wandered off to his room and took the longest time in preparation, while I put away my hat and boots. I left the shirt on since it was sweaty anyhow. I was about to call him when I heard a slurred, "Buenas tardes, amigo." He made his entrance in style, sashaying into the living room wearing the fanciest boots I'd ever seen on a cat-blackened armadillo, mind you. His little ears poked through a tiny black Stetson. Chaps with more studs than a rock star protected his rear legs. A black silk bandana circled his neck. He must have practiced the bow-legged walk, because he had it down pat, and I mean pat.
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