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Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Poor Cat Was Sick for Days

Poor cat cold and some bleeding Draped on the floor and howling loud in paid. My heart jumped into my throat and Fear clenched down on my chest like a heavy Great weight of possible death. I did not know what to think so I acted. I grabbed a clean towel, swooped h im\ Up into my arms got my keys a... Sign in to see full entry.

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