oh dear, the little cat in my room is my new best friend. he lays on me like wesley could if he was a tiny striped ball. on the way home from my uncles where we received him, he did not stop meowing. i wouldnt have been surprised if my mom hated him, but i find her intwined in his face like i am. she says i can keep him if i eat
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