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Chicken loves his ball. Loves it. If I roll it away he'll glare at me, then chase it and lay down next to it as if to say, "Just come and get it. I dare you."
Posted by Athenae on July 26, 2013 at 13:59 in Athenae, Diary | Permalink
cats are not so possessive
July 26, 2013 at 15:34
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