Say that the time has come to pick a new kitten.
How do you decide? Color? Weight? Attention to yourself? Voice?
My daughter picked that last kitten out of the rescue crew because he was the loudest and pushiest.
I picked Methyl Ethyl Ketone, get it, haha, because she bit my finger when I put it through the bars. I figured she wanted out of there badly.
For two years after I lost Henry, I couldn't look at a kitten, but this little guy made it possible for me to love again. Just a little photo, seen online.
Yes, I needed some of that, and I felt that Henry would approve. Here he is just for good measure!
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