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· 9 years ago
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I thought soda was coming out of that guy's nose.
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guest
· 9 years ago
This happened to me. Not more than a week after I got married, my wife called me at work. She had found a feral kitten (about 2 months old according to the vet) and lured her into the house with bowls of cream and wanted to know if we could keep her. She was starving and scruffy and had huge ears. For some reason she latched onto me. If I stretched out on the couch, she was on my stomach. If I was on the floor reading a book, she was on my back. She walked around the block with me. We named her Topaz. She flew across the country with us when we moved to San Francisco and rode with us when we moved to Seattle. She lived to be almost 18. I miss her still.
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lokihasthephonebox
· 9 years ago
Awww. I have a similar story, my fat cat Fred was once a stray since he was a kitten! We adopted him (more like he adopted us, he wandered up to our house), and he wouldn't leave us and we couldn't part with him. Now he's fat, happy and snuggles constantly.
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tlbomb
· 9 years ago
mr. bones in the back is looking at the cat
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