They were specialized.
Or rather, they were crappycats. Oh, that doesn't mean a thing.
I was living in a tiny cabin in the woods. And one stormy night I heard a knock at the door. It was a cat. She came in, and then freaked out. She was a feral cat. Then about a year later she showed up pregnant. They were born in the forests under a huge oak tree.
So that's the story. They came to me.
I will. But it'll never be the same. I guess it never is. Oh, I'm too philosophical about it. There will be other cats. I guess I should be happy.
:)
By the way, they looked like cows. Thus my name. Argh. I'm on the internet!
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cowcat Bituminous squeegee, Sun 1 Feb 2009, 2:34,
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