When I am upset, Angel will stare at me and utter small meows with a distinct tone of enquiry. How does she know?
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she's packing it on, dude...
almost cannot see neck liao.. time for the kitty diet!!!
Posted by: crabgirl | 09 March 2006 at 11:16 AM
Cats know... :) That's why I love cats!
Posted by: Justikanz | 13 March 2006 at 03:16 PM