tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6468370.post-45734558851326148452008-04-23T20:04:00.003-06:002008-04-30T17:30:17.831-06:00

Yesterday morning, the fat kitty was crying for water. I was running out the door to work, but who can ignore the cries of a kitty? So I trotted downstairs and saw that the water was the reason, and turned to look for the small kitty. There she was, in the other room, lying down on the floor, on her side, with her legs stretched out, like she wanted to play. I would "psst psst" at her, and her

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