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Friday, January 29, 2010

My cat knew I couldnt write a word.
So, rather than see my time wasted,
he interrupted the thought process
completely by squashing himself over
my forearms. Not a word could I type.
In a previous ode, I declared Hunter
the cat a genius. I knew I was right.
Posted by WordsbyNicole at 1/29/2010 08:05:00 PM

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