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I’m having a tough time, guys. I’m stressed, sad and tired. The latest events with our cats is wearing on me. Kramer developed a fever and I took him in to the vet. The way he has his jaw wired in place makes him drool and backwash everywhere, including into his food bowl. He drips and [...] And he taketh away. We just got a knock at the door at 10 p.m. A neighbor. How many cats did we have? Kramer is alive and purring next to me on the couch. Vincent Van Gogh, the father of the rest of the kitties we have, is dead. Hit and killed by a car. R.I.P. |
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