Five cats on my bed and poor little Axle is buried alive under all of them! LOL
We are not impressed by blankets. True warmth comes from piling together. So long as we don't quite recognize one another as being piled upon one another, we are warm, and filled with sensations and dreams that remind us of kittenhood. If milk.
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There are my babies all in a pile! Thanks Terry for adding it here!
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