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I dunno about being possessed, but my hoomin has never had all her claws tucked in, if you catch my meaning. She was teasing me about laying a trap for her with my legs sprawled and my tongue hanging out, but wouldn't take the bait. And I was all ready for her too. She purrs at me in her sleep (Paw calls it snoring, but it's still purring) and then coughs and sputters when I lick her teeth.
What really worries me, is that a couple of days ago she opened a couple of cans of tuna for this thing she calls a catserol, and put the juice from them in only one bowl and put it down for all of us. Berfert and Merlin (who recently discovered hoomin food tastes good) fought me for it. Berfert stuck his fat head in and I had to slap him to get his ears out of the way. Then Merlin stuck his head in the space I'd cleared and then I had to get him out of the way. I only got about a third of the juice. Is that fair? I'm a growing boy and they're old men. After reading all the cases of hoomin's being possessed, I'm worried that she's going to do something horrible to me, like shove me in the green box and stick me in white growling box. What if she dumps me like those other people did? What if she decides that I'm not cute anymore? Nah, she'll always think I'm cute. I'm her Precious Cat.
Pine Cone esq.
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