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Connie the Cat

Connie. The cat. A stray. Hungry. Male. Hungry. Suburban. Black & white. Hungry. Furry. Did I mention hungry?

Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Winter

Hm. Being cold is one thing. Being hungry is another thing. Being cold and hungry plain blows. But this guy got me a basket, blanket and brings me food. Hm. I have a shed. We shall see.

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