Speaking of cats, do you guys remember that little kitten my parents adopted like, a little over a year ago?
I swear we think he's part panther, part fat-arse, and another part clumsy and stupid.
But they also took in 2 strays. One is an old man, who, is rightly named Old man. And my brother rescued another stray from an possum. Apparently the possum was winning the fight against this skinnnnnny lady because my brother chased the possum off with a broom and brought the cat in the house. Her name is Possum, and she is ALL bones. But all she does is lay on you, with you, cuddle on you, and she likes to touch your face with her paw before she does. And she poos like a lady because she only goes to the litter box in the bathroom. (:
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