|Purred: Wed Mar 12, '08 2:45pm PST |
We're sorry to hear our friends are no longer with us. My mom won't let me outside to get close to the cars that speed by our house. Even if we are in the country and no to many go by at a time. My sister before I came to Moemas wouldn't stay inside and she got hit by a truck. She won't let that happen to me and my buds: Morris and Dusty.
I'm a Korat or so Moema thinks. I have short fur and my eyes have turned green in the last two years. My face has the nose and eye charateristics of a Korat. Therfore, I have delared myself a Korat. The silver in my coat along with the shading of grey smokey shadow also indicates my association with Korats.
How are you doing these days. Have you found another snuggle bug to cuddle with? I hope you Mom and Dad have it in their hearts to let you have an indoor kitty.
Take care, and create good days for yourself.
Toby, Korat out here.
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