He liked harassing the dog.
Every night I would make a nest out of the fuzzy blanket and tuck him in. He would stay there until about 5 a.m., which was about when he would cry to go outside.
And he got bigger.
Very photogenic.
I don't think his canines ever stopped growing.
And so he grew up, big and strong, protector of the household.
It's always so sad when a beloved pet dies...My cat of 18 years died some years ago. Didn't want to get a new one after her. But then two summers ago a little black cat just decided to move into my family's house. And when a cat want's to move in you don't say no! So now she's living with us :) Did a post on her last week:
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