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Sep 2014
I got a few cats who
want to be fed continuously.
Unless it's 20 degrees they slink away at every attempt
to stroke or pet them ,
but, come payday they are all perched up high stalking
and contemplating
attacks.

Born under a trailer, they kind of adopted me with their plaintive cries
when mama was out foraging I could not help
trying to tame them.On really cold nights they cuddle with me.

Otherwise it is futile to attempt to pet
these *******.
wordvango
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       aivustianumus, ---, AJ, rob and SPT
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