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February 25th 2006 1:39 pm
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As I opened my left eye from my dream of soaking people with the water dish at the park, I noticed a fuzzy kitty staring at me. Now mind you, this was no ordinary kitty. This kitty was part of the kitty kartel that is known for stealing canned food right out of your dish.
Immediately I started my protest, whining and crying for mom and dad to save me. As soon as I got out of my apartment, I chased that kitty right out of the room. With claws flying and hisses growling, ...
That was enough to put me right back to sleep. Now if I could only get my parents to turn down the TV and bring me a drink, I could get my beauty rest...
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