Let me tell you a story about a girl named Frenchie. She showed up at our door a little over a year ago and after a few weeks of acting real cute, she made her way as a permanent resident. I had always wanted a longhaired cat (maine coon...), but not until Frenchie showed up did I understand the ramifications. Months of endless mounds of fur being collected every day finally drove us to do the unthinkable. Now she knows how Mr. Bigglesworth felt...
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Little lamb. Soooo soft. Love to caress her softness. Her breath still stinks like a mofo.
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