My little Misha the Rescue Kitty has spring fever. She bolts from room to room, pretends I'm chasing her, swears at birds she sees out the window, wrestles with plastic shopping bags and when I am in bed, she pounces on me and pokes my cheek with her wet nose. I figure as long as no substance gushes out of her, we're good.
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Date: 2010-04-10 06:40 am (UTC)