Our new little fur baby, Nietzsche, whose praises I've been singing did a bad thing last night. Since we got him on December 14th. . . it's been cold so I dug out the "heated" bed I had for my former kitty, Moses. It was machine washed after he died. . . so smells should not have been a problem. Since then, I would pick up Nietzsche and place him
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