Learn to fly.
Time-space travel to Australia in 1993.
Find out if lovebirds taste like chicken.
Get my driver’s license.
Get fat again, but not so fat I can’t squeeze under the garden gate.
Go salmon fishing in BC with the grizzly bears.
Go birdwatching in Scotland.
Have a little friend, like Mr. Peebles.
he’s very ambitious
Duncan says Dream Big or Stay Home!
Okay. That mouse plague? Never seen that before. Holy. I hope it didn’t give you rat flashbacks!
I fear I agree with the commenters that Mr. Peebles has to be photoshopped. Plus, there’s this.
I know! That mouse plague is the stuff horror movies are made of. Unless you’re a cat. (Even then, you oughta be careful what you wish for.)
Mr. Peebles may be a fraud, but Duncan still wants a little friend!
I wish my work computer would let me see the rest of the images — all I can see is “Duncan” in a cape, the palm-sized kitty, and himself checking out the lovebird. Still, my first and oddly lasting reaction is to tear up a little — this is a bit like reviewing his last will & testament. Not sure I can continue to follow the saga of Duncan’s last days.
Ahh, you’ll have to look again when you get home. The others are youtube videos. Don’t worry that Duncan’s down to his final days. He’s not. He just wants to live life to the fullest while he’s still got some energy and substance. He was originally planning to go fishing in BC with the grizzlies after he retired, but he has decided there’s nothing to be gained from putting off fun.
Should I be worried that Duncan is drawing up a bucket list?
No Laurie, don’t worry. Duncan’s of the opinion that there’s no point writing one’s bucket list from one’s deathbed. Far better to do it while you’re still healthy enough to do all the things on the list!
Duncan is a very wise cat.