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Tuesday, June 26, 2018
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
I don't know that gray cat's name, and that's why I say he's a good boy, because Lili also has another cat, a whitish fluffy flufferpuff whose name is "Cleo! Cleo no! Cleo, come ON. Cleo come here! Cleo what are you doing? Cleo! Cleo? Cleo. Cleo! CLEO."
Cleo don't give a fuck.
I for one am having a hard time right now, and in Cleo terms, I feel like knocking every glass off every table and peeing in your shoes. As such, I'd just like to say a sincere thanks to all the coffee, lovely neighbors, and good boy kitties out there making it possible to stay reasonably sane in Donald Trump's America.