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Walk On The Water
There is a pernicious rumor that father makes these combs for my grooming. I want to address this in a direct and frank manner.
I am ambivalent about the partnership between our cat, Xenia, and our dog Max. It has gone from enemies to frenemies to partners in the past couple of weeks.
I don't care what my sister said. I was not being an impulsive brat!
Max: don't worry, father! I'll save you
OK, take a look at these optics; the Peaceable Kingdom. Kitty and doggie share a minute of peace over a shared family meal. Who'd guess that most of the last nine months have been spent growling, hissing, and swatting at each other?
I got a bad rap, I tell you…I was nowhere near the cat's food bowl.
I don't know. How do I look in these colors?
The cat told me I'd love to visit Cedar Rapids at Christmas or maybe Ottowa.
When my dad died in 1974, my mother was at loose ends. We cleared out a spare room so that she could stay with us. She came with Coco, my father's dog. Our cat Clancy (The Gray Menace) automatically disliked Coco.
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