Foof moved in while we were
away on vacation and my daughter was home alone. She was not to bring
any more animals into the house. I was furious when I came home but
now......she is my grand-kitty. My daughter had named her Chloe. I
started calling her foof because she looked like a fluff of hair. We all
decided that name suited her best.
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December 2006
| Buy me all those fancy toys and houses and
I'll just sleep here in my Tyson Box |
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