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Monday
Jul132009

I Know Horus Only Loves Me Because I'm the Food Provider

But, it really is kind of cute the way he lies on my tummy while I type.  And when I stroke his head, he reaches one little paw up and puts it at the base of my throat, like he is petting me back.  He gets an Oscar for best actor playing a cat who pretends to love humans.

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