I was about 8 weeks old here, too. I wasn't in the mood for more pictures, so I
marched right up and said so.
My Dad loves Slurpees. Every now and then, he lets me have a little bit. Not as good
as my kitty treats, but I'm not complaining! I can only take little licks though, so
I don't get "brain freeze!"
The first time I heard that big machine called a vac**m, I was pretty scared! That is
me, hiding behind a pillow in another room. That thing is big, mean, and scary--
especially when you're still a little furball. I tolerate it a little more now, but
it is still an uneasy truce.
I'm only 8 weeks old here, and I'm not sure why people keep taking pictures of me!
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