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[greyareah]

This morning was nice because for once I had time to shuffle into the kitchen and pour myself a bowl of cereal. I was eating and thinking "wow, how nice" when Richard (who had begun to make himself eggs that I immediately envied) said to me "Your mother and I have decided that Buffy has to go..." and continued to justify it and explain how it was hard and everyone was upset and that she needs to be gone by Friday. I calmly rinsed out my bowl and went back to my room and cried myself back to sleep.
Anybody have room for an adorable cat who pees on ugly recliners?