Friday, June 6, 2008
An Ode To Mr K
No one will ever understand me quite like my cat. We've had our differences, our fights and feuds, but he's always there. To cry with, to laugh at, to ramble to... No judgement. He's been my boy since the moment he clawed his way above his brothers and sisters, up my leg, and into my heart.
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he's a lard-ass.
I remember that day
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