Sometimes my mom sleeps in. When she gets up I run to her and inquire as to why she didn't rise earlier to feed me. (My mom is not completely functional in the morning, hence the inverted video)
First I was thrust onto the mean streets of Brooklyn, NY. Then I was caught in a feral cat trap. Then I was fostered and fostered and fostered again, finally by Nick and Jess. Then Nick and Jess adopted me. Now's I'm the centre of their attention and I write this blog.
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