Poor Cleo. We have to put her to sleep on Tuesday. Just the mere thought of her little body suddenly going still and cold in my arms makes me hate the world. What kind of world is this anyway? A kitten killing world, thats what it is. (Cleopatra is almost 42 in cat years but she'll always be my little kitty) I don't want her fur to go unbrushed and
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