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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Who I Sing to in the Mornings



I do not understand how people don't like cats. Unless they are like deathly allergic or something. Look at him!!! Just look at that chubby baby with his sweet face.

(intervention coming soon)

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4 Comments:

OpenID pliggot said...

He's SOOO CUTE!

I miss cats.

9:52 AM

 
OpenID pliggot said...

He's SOOO CUTE!

I miss cats.

9:52 AM

 
Blogger emertron said...

Henry is on the ridiculous (cute, sweet, goofy) end of cats. He wakes me up in the morning by nuzzling his head under my arm so that he can snuggle up and purr. I will never have a boyfriend with this sort of habit and you know what, I am aye okay with that.

How are you doing with that? Maybe someday you'll feel okay to get another one?

4:35 PM

 
OpenID pliggot said...

some day, i am always on the lookout

7:40 PM

 

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