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5 comments:
Cute pic :-) And yeah, fall is a comin...
True dat. My cat only snuggles when I'm laid up and/or sick, or when fall and winter move in for the season.
She's in full snuggle mode.
The 24 pounder is going undercover lately.
Cute! I wish my lab would lay with me sometimes. He just gets up and moves.
Now if I kept bacon in my pockets...
Had a cat that would wait until I got into bed, then dig until she found my layer, and scoot totally under the covers with me. In the morning, I would find her occupying my spot, still under cover, and I would be squished up against the wall. Cold winter in that little cottage near the ocean.
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