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One has to speak their language - Cats a snotty, snooty breed Don't try to tell them what to do Don't get them down when they are treed They'll come down when they want to when they hear the opening whirr where can opener meets cat food they'll walk out of that tree as if it wasn't there and swish their tail as if to say "it's nothing" But, Oh, the softest love they have when on your lap they softly purr or stroking all that silky fur and all the stress of passing days so soon becomes a milky haze and flys away, forgotten now She loves you dear, there is no doubt
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
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One has to speak their language - Cats a snotty, snooty breed Don't try to tell them what to do Don't get them down when they are treed They'll come down when they want to when they hear the opening whirr where can opener meets cat food they'll walk out of that tree as if it wasn't there and swish their tail as if to say "it's nothing" But, Oh, the softest love they have when on your lap they softly purr or stroking all that silky fur and all the stress of passing days so soon becomes a milky haze and flys away, forgotten now She loves you dear, there is no doubt
Adopt a pet today... there are so many, so many who need a home and love. they were put here for us to take care of
nancy-e-tracy
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
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