He was a jumper. I wasn't impressed when he jumped on me twice. I screamed like a girl.
Poor Tom. The girls kept bringing him in the house. After he got loose and they couldn't find him I put an end to it. The they would get him out of her window well and play with him. i finally told them to stop because it was getting cold and it was cruel to bring him in because it was bad for him to regulate his temperature. Maybe I should have been a little kinder. The first good frost we had tom croaked. Yep he was dead. Oh well at least he had a nice funeral.
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