I came home last night to find, well, Knate's sweatshirt on the floor. This is not unusual, though I hadn't remembered him leaving it in that exact spot. I don't know what drew me to the sweatshirt. Something out of the corner of my eye. A single cat poo. Odd, thought I. But not THAT odd. Sometimes Zoe doesn't wipe well enough and will carry
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Yes, wasn't it though?
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It was the *grey* sweatshirt...?
*running off to change clothes*
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Thank you!
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