November 24th 2007 12:57 pm
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I would like to start out with a little story form the past that goes right up to the present. As a young cat, my typist found me and my mom under her deck. Her mom is allergic to cats, so they gave me away to our friends. We got together on Thanksgiving! I saw mom,dad,sis,sis, and even Max fur the first time! My two human sisses and my foster sis and bro played with me. Mom is much of a outside cat, and she doesn't know how to have any fun. Well, the three sisses dressed me up, they put a cloth around my hands, and said I was "Handicapped". They put me on the bed, and got me ready fur bed-bye time. They came back in a minute, to see did I get out. I did. My new foster sis took a sheet off a pillow and put me in it. They left a little open so I could breathe. I couldn't move, cause i still had the "Hanicapp" on. Then they were making me talk by opening and closing my mouth, or making me dance. They went outside to play, and that gave me a little peace. When they came back, dad took Max into my house. Max hates cats, so I had to stay in the room. He was barking though. Soon, it was time fur my old family to go. Good-bye.
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