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I am not a happy camper!!! (stomping my foot) My sister, Molly has a little kitten….she brought it home with her over fall break when she came home for the night. That little black ball in the photo is the kitten… his name is “cat”… and when he comes to visit he doesn’t play with me and neither does Molly anymore, she likes “cat” more than she likes me. That makes me sad because she is a lot of fun sometimes.
My mamma found the kitten over at grammy’s and brought it home…I’m sure glad we didn’t keep it….she took it down to Molly’s house and it is her cat now. Molly took it to the vet and it got a shot (very big grin) and it lives with her so at our house it’s just me and mamma, pappa, Rusty, and the two cats, Fluffy and Sparkie.
1 comment:
Having that thing out of the house is a blessing! I think you're safe at the moment. Molly won't be able to bring that thing over once it gets bigger cause those other cats will chase it til your mom's pretties are all broken.
See what I mean? Moms get really mad when their pretties break. Didn't you make that mistake a while back and got locked up for like 'ever'? Just think what she'd do to those cats!
Bide your time, Dude, it's all good. Trust me.
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