Tiger's Memorial Service
Sunrise, we always knowed ur mommy Mickey wuz a smartz ladiee, diz jus
pruvez dat we wuz rite. Piglett knowing this is so.
"Will in New Haven" wrote in message
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Mommy Mickey comes out of the partmunt on Caturday morning. She had
gnoticed that nocat was crowding around the food bole wen shee fillded
it butted she figgered they were all still cuddleseeping. Then she
stared in stonishment.
Her black jeep-fing had been REPLACED by the red jeep-fing that she
had sold years ago. And she knew, somehow, that her keys would fit it.
And they did. "Well, the cats must have needed the black one," she
thought as she drove off to take care of the nice peepl in the groop
hom.
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Sunrise, da PRITTY wun
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