3 thoughts on “icnhaznoircat?”

  1. She walked in, looking like a bag of kibble that had been left out in the rain. Melted, you know? I looked lovingly at the bit of tuna I had saved from lunch, shut the drawer. Pulling out my catnip mouse, I nonchalantly tossed it from hand to hand and looked at the sad little kitten, waiting for her to say something besides “Mew”.

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