I am wearing a cat...he is on my legs as I type this and he is generating enough heat to give me a hot flash...Mr Smitty the one eyed rocking on limping kitty owns my lap...after all, he poops in the litter box everytime and never misses. Cant say that about every man who has lived with me....
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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