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Out on the morning walk.
Bo says, “I see you’ve found Socks again.”
Yup, the cat came to me again for a little session of petting. I don’t see that white cat anymore. I’m afraid that it became another feline casualty of street life. Which, if true, could explain this cat’s hunger for some affection. Socks looks pretty lonely. On the other, Socks also looks pretty clean, especially for a cat that lies down in the dirt all day. The whites are really white. I’m thinking that Socks gets bathed.
“Poor thing!”
Oh you! Not everyone hates baths. You know, you really can be terrible.
“Maybe that why we got along so well.”
Could be.
Bo says, “I see you’ve found Socks again.”
Yup, the cat came to me again for a little session of petting. I don’t see that white cat anymore. I’m afraid that it became another feline casualty of street life. Which, if true, could explain this cat’s hunger for some affection. Socks looks pretty lonely. On the other, Socks also looks pretty clean, especially for a cat that lies down in the dirt all day. The whites are really white. I’m thinking that Socks gets bathed.
“Poor thing!”
Oh you! Not everyone hates baths. You know, you really can be terrible.
“Maybe that why we got along so well.”
Could be.
