A look in the far corner of the back yard and, sure enough, who jumps out of a trash can but Peter! then casually sits on top of it while Julio looks on.
I thought that damn petercat had moved his yellow ass away from here, but no, he's back and full of it.
Way to go, Ben, petting trashy petercats like there's no tomorrow.
If I ever catch Peter I'll throw him in the trash can and close the lid on top. Then the garbage pick up people can give him a ride to his proper habitus, the wasteland.
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