Wasn’t growing catnip in one’s yard the kitty equivalent of giving candy to children?
Well. I am not afraid. But to protect you, Katerina, I will be discreet.” Plain Kate considered a cat’s idea of discretion, and was frightened.
As soon as I open this door, I’ll be free. FREE! No more goofy cats screaming in my face and eating my shoes. No more biting and scratching and chasing me down the street. Outside...
The world would probably be better if people were put in carriers and cats roamed free.
Wait a minute. Wait just a hairball kakking minute.
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