Cat, you're invited to stand on my shoulder. When on my shoulder, you're invited to get all the cuddles you want. You're not invited to make trumpeting noises and so pollute the air that vacating the room for no less than five minutes becomes necessary - and looking querrolously at your bum so that I laugh before I can escape? Most unkind
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Either way it tends to smell boggin' awful.
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