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‘cat lady’ – that term can get quite scary. you know the way it goes right…old lady died all alone, surrounded by all her cats!
that better not be me!
i wouldn’t mind being a bawa. love the quircky tag that follows them around.
haven’t yet moved…living out of many boxes at my parents. it’s quite a sight! woe is me…another 2 weeks i think. i felt the worst for jax when we left. he had his own little life their and yes many fiends apparently. i heard that he used to visit an old ladys house everyday in the other building. hang out with her for an hour or so. give love in exchange for milk and biscuits. he hates milk and biscuits!!! i don’t understand! the amount of space and green and his excitement everyay chasing pigeons, such conveniece living on the 1st floor. he was king of his own timings. now, i don’t know what we are going to do? 5th floor…knowing him, he’ll wait down, till i come get him. he’s such a brat! he’s right now with us at my parents, trying to get ‘general mao’, my cat at my mum’s place to like him. his charm is just not working on her. she is quite the devil and in her owrld, she’s the only cat! he’s rather dejected.
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