The beautiful kitten I begged for when I was twelve- who quickly became the ferocious nineteen-pound cat who hated everyone (except, mysteriously, Johann), and then several months ago became the pathetically skinny, mangy, elderly furr-person sporting dreadlocks (apparently because he'd lost the will to groom)- seems to have run away.
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Okay, stalked slowly away. )
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I will pray for him tonight and for you. I am sending you so much love. I hope he is ok.
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i'm sorry, hon.
i'll cross my fingers for his return, because i love him, too.
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