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Eight (12)

 
1 he talks to me about the cats
when I am sad and I think
the cats think that is funny
2 then the cats are anxious when
I am sick and they like to
sleep on my belly
3 the cats understand three
languages now, English, Tagalog and
Bisaya, I talk to them a lot and so
I learned to speak catese
3 of course I get upset when the
cats are fighting but I suppose
they couldn't help it
4 my cat has a big mouth you
can hear him meowing from
very far away the neighbours
think it's funny
5 his cat is more subtle, he likes
to sit on the stove and singe
his whiskers
6 when I am irritable
he cuddles my cat
7 when he is irritable
I cuddle his cat
8 where would we be
without our cats!
Written by absinthe (Fats)
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