I live in a house with five cats.
In Sherwood Park, I live with two cats.
I can't escape.
My grama talks to the cats here, calls them her little babies. She speaks as if they will speak back, and I'm trying to concentrate on my writing (my batteries have died and I'm going insane) and I can't take it. I may explode.
I hate these cats.
I don't mind the ones in SP.
But I hate these ones.
If you're not a cat person, you understand. I am not a cat person.
But for some reason, I adore kittens. Go figure.
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