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The Saga of Anti Heather- or How I Came To Be Owned By So Many Cats -Chapter Two
Chapter Two: Kissa and Willow - In 1997, a litter of kittens was born
in the barn where we boarded our horse. There were three in the litter - two orange boys, and a petite white and grey girl. I used to carry the little girl kitty around inside my lumber jacket. She was soooooooooo cute. When they were old enough, someone from a farm down the road came and took one of the boys. Not long afterward, the man came back and said the kitten had disappeared. He took the other boy kitten home with him. It was only a matter of a couple of weeks before the man came back to the farm and said he'd found the little boy kitten dead. I won't go into gory details here, but he mentioned hawks and coyotes. Unca Graeme and I happened to be there at the time, and when the man said he'd like to take the little girl kitty, I stepped up and told him he couldn't have her because she was coming home with us. There was no way I was leaving her there. I didn't want the same thing to happen to her as had happened to at least one of her brothers; likely both. We named her Kissa (pronounced Keesa), which means cat in the Finnish language. When she was a kitten, she fell out of the hayloft, and has arthritis in her back. She also has eye problems, and has an anxiety problem (she chews the hair on her front legs and belly when she's stressed). Also in 1997, while at an auction in a business complex, we discovered four or five little houses near the parking lot. I inquired about them, and was told there was a feral colony living in them. I found out that the owner of one of the businesses was their caretaker, and went to see her. She told me that they had been living in the piles of steel in the yard next door when she first discovered them. When the weather started getting cold, someone had made these houses, so they could be warm during the winter. These houses were amazing! The roofs came off for cleaning, they were insulated, they were separated into little "rooms" inside, and they even had Plexiglas windows! I started taking food for them, and even managed to befriend a few, and was able to pet them. I started visiting quite often, and one day, I noticed a little black long-haired kitten in the office, and asked about her. Bev told me that she had been living in a colony a couple of blocks away, but was getting beat up by others in her colony, so the person who looked after them brought her to Bev's colony, hoping she'd do better there, but she didn't. She was quite the hissy little thing, but it didn't matter, I was in love. We decided to adopt her, and took her home with us. She was seven months old, and very nasty toward people. If you even looked at her sideways, she'd hiss and spit, and take a swipe at you. Before too long, she calmed down and learned to trust us, and realize that we weren't going to hurt her. We named her Willow. Willow has become a very mushy girl, who loves to sit on your lap and be brushed. She has been a pretend mum to many of the kittens who have come through over the years. |
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The Saga of Anti Heather- or How I Came To Be Owned By So ManyCats - Chapter Two
On Apr 8, 3:04*pm, wrote:
Chapter Two: *Kissa and Willow - In 1997, a litter of kittens was born in the barn where we boarded our horse. *There were three in the litter - two orange boys, and a petite white and grey girl. *I used to carry the little girl kitty around inside my lumber jacket. *She was soooooooooo cute. *When they were old enough, someone from a farm down the road came and took one of the boys. *Not long afterward, the man came back and said the kitten had disappeared. *He took the other boy kitten home with him. It was only a matter of a couple of weeks before the man came back to the farm and said he'd found the little boy kitten dead. *I won't go into gory details here, but he mentioned hawks and coyotes. *Unca Graeme and I happened to be there at the time, and when the man said he'd like to take the little girl kitty, I stepped up and told him he couldn't have her because she was coming home with us. *There was no way I was leaving her there. *I didn't want the same thing to happen to her as had happened to at least one of her brothers; likely both. We named her Kissa (pronounced Keesa), which means cat in the Finnish language. *When she was a kitten, she fell out of the hayloft, and has arthritis in her back. *She also has eye problems, and has an anxiety problem (she chews the hair on her front legs and belly when she's stressed). Also in 1997, while at an auction in a business complex, we discovered four or five little houses near the parking lot. *I inquired about them, and was told there was a feral colony living in them. *I found out that the owner of one of the businesses was their caretaker, and went to see her. She told me that they had been living in the piles of steel in the yard next door when she first discovered them. *When the weather started getting cold, someone had made these houses, so they could be warm during the winter. *These houses were amazing! *The roofs came off for cleaning, they were insulated, they were separated into little "rooms" inside, and they even had Plexiglas windows! I started taking food for them, and even managed to befriend a few, and was able to pet them. *I started visiting quite often, and one day, I noticed a little black long-haired kitten in the office, and asked about her. Bev told me that she had been living in a colony a couple of blocks away, but was getting beat up by others in her colony, so the person who looked after them brought her to Bev's colony, hoping she'd do better there, but she didn't. *She was quite the hissy little thing, but it didn't matter, I was in love. We decided to adopt her, and took her home with us. *She was seven months old, and very nasty toward people. *If you even looked at her sideways, she'd hiss and spit, and take a swipe at you. *Before too long, she calmed down and learned to trust us, and realize that we weren't going to hurt her. *We named her Willow. *Willow has become a very mushy girl, who loves to sit on your lap and be brushed. *She has been a pretend mum to many of the kittens who have come through over the years. Dat wuz anuvver moovin chaptur ub a wunnerful bigbig saga. Dat kitty nam Willow iss innerestin. Myown dottir Missy still don' wike hoominz ann hisses at dem. Butted Meowmie ann Uncl Bill still luv her, very karfully. It iz innerestin dat shee haz been a pertend mum. I wuz a reel mum to seffen litters an hav been a pertend mum too sefferul mor an too a puppy, hoo turnd out too be r d*g Bear. Alsew, we haff a gudgud fren nam a Willow. Shee iss a wunnerful kitty two. Fangu four bein sew nise to kitteees an fangu four sharin da storee. -- Maggy May |
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The Saga of Anti Heather- or How I Came To Be Owned By So Many Cats - Chapter Two
I guesses onli kitteez wif real attitude getsa name willow, Stormmee, prowd
of her own furnd willow who lifez atta gramby's howze wrote in message ... Chapter Two: Kissa and Willow - In 1997, a litter of kittens was born in the barn where we boarded our horse. There were three in the litter - two orange boys, and a petite white and grey girl. I used to carry the little girl kitty around inside my lumber jacket. She was soooooooooo cute. When they were old enough, someone from a farm down the road came and took one of the boys. Not long afterward, the man came back and said the kitten had disappeared. He took the other boy kitten home with him. It was only a matter of a couple of weeks before the man came back to the farm and said he'd found the little boy kitten dead. I won't go into gory details here, but he mentioned hawks and coyotes. Unca Graeme and I happened to be there at the time, and when the man said he'd like to take the little girl kitty, I stepped up and told him he couldn't have her because she was coming home with us. There was no way I was leaving her there. I didn't want the same thing to happen to her as had happened to at least one of her brothers; likely both. We named her Kissa (pronounced Keesa), which means cat in the Finnish language. When she was a kitten, she fell out of the hayloft, and has arthritis in her back. She also has eye problems, and has an anxiety problem (she chews the hair on her front legs and belly when she's stressed). Also in 1997, while at an auction in a business complex, we discovered four or five little houses near the parking lot. I inquired about them, and was told there was a feral colony living in them. I found out that the owner of one of the businesses was their caretaker, and went to see her. She told me that they had been living in the piles of steel in the yard next door when she first discovered them. When the weather started getting cold, someone had made these houses, so they could be warm during the winter. These houses were amazing! The roofs came off for cleaning, they were insulated, they were separated into little "rooms" inside, and they even had Plexiglas windows! I started taking food for them, and even managed to befriend a few, and was able to pet them. I started visiting quite often, and one day, I noticed a little black long-haired kitten in the office, and asked about her. Bev told me that she had been living in a colony a couple of blocks away, but was getting beat up by others in her colony, so the person who looked after them brought her to Bev's colony, hoping she'd do better there, but she didn't. She was quite the hissy little thing, but it didn't matter, I was in love. We decided to adopt her, and took her home with us. She was seven months old, and very nasty toward people. If you even looked at her sideways, she'd hiss and spit, and take a swipe at you. Before too long, she calmed down and learned to trust us, and realize that we weren't going to hurt her. We named her Willow. Willow has become a very mushy girl, who loves to sit on your lap and be brushed. She has been a pretend mum to many of the kittens who have come through over the years. |
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The Saga of Anti Heather- or How I Came To Be Owned By So ManyCats - Chapter Two
On Apr 8, 3:15*pm, Will in New Haven
wrote: On Apr 8, 3:04*pm, wrote: Chapter Two: *Kissa and Willow - In 1997, a litter of kittens was born in the barn where we boarded our horse. *There were three in the litter - two orange boys, and a petite white and grey girl. *I used to carry the little girl kitty around inside my lumber jacket. *She was soooooooooo cute. *When they were old enough, someone from a farm down the road came and took one of the boys. *Not long afterward, the man came back and said the kitten had disappeared. *He took the other boy kitten home with him. It was only a matter of a couple of weeks before the man came back to the farm and said he'd found the little boy kitten dead. *I won't go into gory details here, but he mentioned hawks and coyotes. *Unca Graeme and I happened to be there at the time, and when the man said he'd like to take the little girl kitty, I stepped up and told him he couldn't have her because she was coming home with us. *There was no way I was leaving her there. *I didn't want the same thing to happen to her as had happened to at least one of her brothers; likely both. We named her Kissa (pronounced Keesa), which means cat in the Finnish language. *When she was a kitten, she fell out of the hayloft, and has arthritis in her back. *She also has eye problems, and has an anxiety problem (she chews the hair on her front legs and belly when she's stressed). Also in 1997, while at an auction in a business complex, we discovered four or five little houses near the parking lot. *I inquired about them, and was told there was a feral colony living in them. *I found out that the owner of one of the businesses was their caretaker, and went to see her. She told me that they had been living in the piles of steel in the yard next door when she first discovered them. *When the weather started getting cold, someone had made these houses, so they could be warm during the winter. *These houses were amazing! *The roofs came off for cleaning, they were insulated, they were separated into little "rooms" inside, and they even had Plexiglas windows! I started taking food for them, and even managed to befriend a few, and was able to pet them. *I started visiting quite often, and one day, I noticed a little black long-haired kitten in the office, and asked about her. Bev told me that she had been living in a colony a couple of blocks away, but was getting beat up by others in her colony, so the person who looked after them brought her to Bev's colony, hoping she'd do better there, but she didn't. *She was quite the hissy little thing, but it didn't matter, I was in love. We decided to adopt her, and took her home with us. *She was seven months old, and very nasty toward people. *If you even looked at her sideways, she'd hiss and spit, and take a swipe at you. *Before too long, she calmed down and learned to trust us, and realize that we weren't going to hurt her. *We named her Willow. *Willow has become a very mushy girl, who loves to sit on your lap and be brushed. *She has been a pretend mum to many of the kittens who have come through over the years. Dat wuz anuvver moovin chaptur ub a wunnerful bigbig saga. Dat kitty nam Willow iss innerestin. Myown dottir Missy still don' wike hoominz ann hisses at dem. Butted Meowmie ann Uncl Bill still luv her, very karfully. It iz innerestin dat shee haz been a pertend mum. I wuz a reel mum to seffen litters an hav been a pertend mum too sefferul mor an too a puppy, hoo turnd out too be r d*g Bear. Alsew, we haff a gudgud fren nam a Willow. Shee iss a wunnerful kitty two. Fangu four bein sew nise to kitteees an fangu four sharin da storee. -- Maggy May- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - Thank you sweetie. skritch skritch You've certainly been busy being a mum, especially to a puppy! My story is a very long one, and there's still lots more to come. Anti Heather |
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The Saga of Anti Heather- or How I Came To Be Owned By So ManyCats - Chapter Two
That's very interesting that your pawpaw gives you treats to make you
stop licking. Does it work? Anti Heather Ovaban; I'll have to talk to the vet about that. Kissa gets herself raw from licking/chewing. Thank goodness she hasn't done it in awhile. She's only a little thing, but it's murder trying to get a pill down her throat. On Apr 8, 5:45*pm, Booker wrote: Dat was a furry bootiful storri. I'm like Kissa, cept I lik my tummy an bak legs wen trooder kittiez git into my bakyard. Pawpaw gifs me a gud gud treet to stop me frum likin. Booker We give him 1/2 tablet of Ovaban once a week. And he'll stand on his hind legs to take it out of my husbands fingers. He gets his pit-r-pat treats that way, and the only thing we can figure is that the pill has no taste and he figures it's just a bad treat. Of course, it's always followed by a real treat! Given all the cats that I've struggled to pill over the years, this sure is a treat. wrote: Chapter Two: *Kissa and Willow - In 1997, a litter of kittens was born in the barn where we boarded our horse. *There were three in the litter - two orange boys, and a petite white and grey girl. *I used to carry the little girl kitty around inside my lumber jacket. *She was soooooooooo cute. *When they were old enough, someone from a farm down the road came and took one of the boys. *Not long afterward, the man came back and said the kitten had disappeared. *He took the other boy kitten home with him. It was only a matter of a couple of weeks before the man came back to the farm and said he'd found the little boy kitten dead. *I won't go into gory details here, but he mentioned hawks and coyotes. *Unca Graeme and I happened to be there at the time, and when the man said he'd like to take the little girl kitty, I stepped up and told him he couldn't have her because she was coming home with us. *There was no way I was leaving her there. *I didn't want the same thing to happen to her as had happened to at least one of her brothers; likely both. We named her Kissa (pronounced Keesa), which means cat in the Finnish language. *When she was a kitten, she fell out of the hayloft, and has arthritis in her back. *She also has eye problems, and has an anxiety problem (she chews the hair on her front legs and belly when she's stressed). Also in 1997, while at an auction in a business complex, we discovered four or five little houses near the parking lot. *I inquired about them, and was told there was a feral colony living in them. *I found out that the owner of one of the businesses was their caretaker, and went to see her. She told me that they had been living in the piles of steel in the yard next door when she first discovered them. *When the weather started getting cold, someone had made these houses, so they could be warm during the winter. *These houses were amazing! *The roofs came off for cleaning, they were insulated, they were separated into little "rooms" inside, and they even had Plexiglas windows! I started taking food for them, and even managed to befriend a few, and was able to pet them. *I started visiting quite often, and one day, I noticed a little black long-haired kitten in the office, and asked about her. Bev told me that she had been living in a colony a couple of blocks away, but was getting beat up by others in her colony, so the person who looked after them brought her to Bev's colony, hoping she'd do better there, but she didn't. *She was quite the hissy little thing, but it didn't matter, I was in love. We decided to adopt her, and took her home with us. *She was seven months old, and very nasty toward people. *If you even looked at her sideways, she'd hiss and spit, and take a swipe at you. *Before too long, she calmed down and learned to trust us, and realize that we weren't going to hurt her. *We named her Willow. *Willow has become a very mushy girl, who loves to sit on your lap and be brushed. *She has been a pretend mum to many of the kittens who have come through over the years.- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - |
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The Saga of Anti Heather- or How I Came To Be Owned By So ManyCats - Chapter Two
It sounds that way. My Willow has calmed down as she's gotten older,
but she still shows attitude if she thinks it's necessary. Anti Heather On Apr 8, 6:37*pm, "Stormmee" wrote: I guesses onli kitteez wif real attitude getsa name willow, Stormmee, prowd of her own furnd willow who lifez atta gramby's wrote in message ... Chapter Two: *Kissa and Willow - In 1997, a litter of kittens was born in the barn where we boarded our horse. *There were three in the litter - two orange boys, and a petite white and grey girl. *I used to carry the little girl kitty around inside my lumber jacket. *She was soooooooooo cute. *When they were old enough, someone from a farm down the road came and took one of the boys. *Not long afterward, the man came back and said the kitten had disappeared. *He took the other boy kitten home with him. It was only a matter of a couple of weeks before the man came back to the farm and said he'd found the little boy kitten dead. *I won't go into gory details here, but he mentioned hawks and coyotes. *Unca Graeme and I happened to be there at the time, and when the man said he'd like to take the little girl kitty, I stepped up and told him he couldn't have her because she was coming home with us. *There was no way I was leaving her there. *I didn't want the same thing to happen to her as had happened to at least one of her brothers; likely both. We named her Kissa (pronounced Keesa), which means cat in the Finnish language. *When she was a kitten, she fell out of the hayloft, and has arthritis in her back. *She also has eye problems, and has an anxiety problem (she chews the hair on her front legs and belly when she's stressed). Also in 1997, while at an auction in a business complex, we discovered four or five little houses near the parking lot. *I inquired about them, and was told there was a feral colony living in them. *I found out that the owner of one of the businesses was their caretaker, and went to see her. She told me that they had been living in the piles of steel in the yard next door when she first discovered them. *When the weather started getting cold, someone had made these houses, so they could be warm during the winter. *These houses were amazing! *The roofs came off for cleaning, they were insulated, they were separated into little "rooms" inside, and they even had Plexiglas windows! I started taking food for them, and even managed to befriend a few, and was able to pet them. *I started visiting quite often, and one day, I noticed a little black long-haired kitten in the office, and asked about her. Bev told me that she had been living in a colony a couple of blocks away, but was getting beat up by others in her colony, so the person who looked after them brought her to Bev's colony, hoping she'd do better there, but she didn't. *She was quite the hissy little thing, but it didn't matter, I was in love. We decided to adopt her, and took her home with us. *She was seven months old, and very nasty toward people. *If you even looked at her sideways, she'd hiss and spit, and take a swipe at you. *Before too long, she calmed down and learned to trust us, and realize that we weren't going to hurt her. *We named her Willow. *Willow has become a very mushy girl, who loves to sit on your lap and be brushed. *She has been a pretend mum to many of the kittens who have come through over the years.- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - |
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Oh Ralph, I'm so sorry! Thank you for reminding me of my omission.
Anti Heather, offering skritches and pouncees On Apr 15, 2:57*am, "The Ajo Clowder ^.^" wrote: Anti MIL Heather, yew furgot tu sey dat Kissa grew up tu be da mostist beeyewteeful cat inna hole wild wurld! * Ralph de Ralf wrote: Chapter Two: *Kissa and Willow - In 1997, a litter of kittens was born in the barn where we boarded our horse. *There were three in the litter - two orange boys, and a petite white and grey girl. *I used to carry the little girl kitty around inside my lumber jacket. *She was soooooooooo cute. *When they were old enough, someone from a farm down the road came and took one of the boys. *Not long afterward, the man came back and said the kitten had disappeared. *He took the other boy kitten home with him. It was only a matter of a couple of weeks before the man came back to the farm and said he'd found the little boy kitten dead. *I won't go into gory details here, but he mentioned hawks and coyotes. *Unca Graeme and I happened to be there at the time, and when the man said he'd like to take the little girl kitty, I stepped up and told him he couldn't have her because she was coming home with us. *There was no way I was leaving her there. *I didn't want the same thing to happen to her as had happened to at least one of her brothers; likely both. We named her Kissa (pronounced Keesa), which means cat in the Finnish language. *When she was a kitten, she fell out of the hayloft, and has arthritis in her back. *She also has eye problems, and has an anxiety problem (she chews the hair on her front legs and belly when she's stressed). Also in 1997, while at an auction in a business complex, we discovered four or five little houses near the parking lot. *I inquired about them, and was told there was a feral colony living in them. *I found out that the owner of one of the businesses was their caretaker, and went to see her. She told me that they had been living in the piles of steel in the yard next door when she first discovered them. *When the weather started getting cold, someone had made these houses, so they could be warm during the winter. *These houses were amazing! *The roofs came off for cleaning, they were insulated, they were separated into little "rooms" inside, and they even had Plexiglas windows! I started taking food for them, and even managed to befriend a few, and was able to pet them. *I started visiting quite often, and one day, I noticed a little black long-haired kitten in the office, and asked about her. Bev told me that she had been living in a colony a couple of blocks away, but was getting beat up by others in her colony, so the person who looked after them brought her to Bev's colony, hoping she'd do better there, but she didn't. *She was quite the hissy little thing, but it didn't matter, I was in love. We decided to adopt her, and took her home with us. *She was seven months old, and very nasty toward people. *If you even looked at her sideways, she'd hiss and spit, and take a swipe at you. *Before too long, she calmed down and learned to trust us, and realize that we weren't going to hurt her. *We named her Willow. *Willow has become a very mushy girl, who loves to sit on your lap and be brushed. *She has been a pretend mum to many of the kittens who have come through over the years.- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - |
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Anti Heatfur,
Yes, it wurkz. TED puts me on a dekreasin dose. I get 3 half pillz a week fur 2 weeks, den 2 fur two weeks, now one half pill per week. It helpz a lot. Booker Our vet said that it makes some kitties lovey dovey, but Booker's always so friendly with everyone that we can't tell a difference. It takes a while to tell if it's working, because the hair has to grow back. This is the send bout he's had, we had him on it a couple of years ago. He also tends to pee where he shouldn't when he's anxious, and this helps with that, too. Not sure any other kitty would be stupid enough to take it as a treat though, but it must not have any bad taste. Julie Whooze kallin me stoopid?? Pawpaw rubz Pit-r-Pat all ofur da pillz, dey tayst like a treet. Booker wrote: That's very interesting that your pawpaw gives you treats to make you stop licking. Does it work? Anti Heather Ovaban; I'll have to talk to the vet about that. Kissa gets herself raw from licking/chewing. Thank goodness she hasn't done it in awhile. She's only a little thing, but it's murder trying to get a pill down her throat. On Apr 8, 5:45 pm, Booker wrote: Dat was a furry bootiful storri. I'm like Kissa, cept I lik my tummy an bak legs wen trooder kittiez git into my bakyard. Pawpaw gifs me a gud gud treet to stop me frum likin. Booker We give him 1/2 tablet of Ovaban once a week. And he'll stand on his hind legs to take it out of my husbands fingers. He gets his pit-r-pat treats that way, and the only thing we can figure is that the pill has no taste and he figures it's just a bad treat. Of course, it's always followed by a real treat! Given all the cats that I've struggled to pill over the years, this sure is a treat. wrote: Chapter Two: Kissa and Willow - In 1997, a litter of kittens was born in the barn where we boarded our horse. There were three in the litter - two orange boys, and a petite white and grey girl. I used to carry the little girl kitty around inside my lumber jacket. She was soooooooooo cute. When they were old enough, someone from a farm down the road came and took one of the boys. Not long afterward, the man came back and said the kitten had disappeared. He took the other boy kitten home with him. It was only a matter of a couple of weeks before the man came back to the farm and said he'd found the little boy kitten dead. I won't go into gory details here, but he mentioned hawks and coyotes. Unca Graeme and I happened to be there at the time, and when the man said he'd like to take the little girl kitty, I stepped up and told him he couldn't have her because she was coming home with us. There was no way I was leaving her there. I didn't want the same thing to happen to her as had happened to at least one of her brothers; likely both. We named her Kissa (pronounced Keesa), which means cat in the Finnish language. When she was a kitten, she fell out of the hayloft, and has arthritis in her back. She also has eye problems, and has an anxiety problem (she chews the hair on her front legs and belly when she's stressed). Also in 1997, while at an auction in a business complex, we discovered four or five little houses near the parking lot. I inquired about them, and was told there was a feral colony living in them. I found out that the owner of one of the businesses was their caretaker, and went to see her. She told me that they had been living in the piles of steel in the yard next door when she first discovered them. When the weather started getting cold, someone had made these houses, so they could be warm during the winter. These houses were amazing! The roofs came off for cleaning, they were insulated, they were separated into little "rooms" inside, and they even had Plexiglas windows! I started taking food for them, and even managed to befriend a few, and was able to pet them. I started visiting quite often, and one day, I noticed a little black long-haired kitten in the office, and asked about her. Bev told me that she had been living in a colony a couple of blocks away, but was getting beat up by others in her colony, so the person who looked after them brought her to Bev's colony, hoping she'd do better there, but she didn't. She was quite the hissy little thing, but it didn't matter, I was in love. We decided to adopt her, and took her home with us. She was seven months old, and very nasty toward people. If you even looked at her sideways, she'd hiss and spit, and take a swipe at you. Before too long, she calmed down and learned to trust us, and realize that we weren't going to hurt her. We named her Willow. Willow has become a very mushy girl, who loves to sit on your lap and be brushed. She has been a pretend mum to many of the kittens who have come through over the years.- Hide quoted text - - Show quoted text - |
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