Poor thing. My oldest daughter has a gray striped cat named Riley. Riley is about 16 y/o.He had to have a leg/shoulder amputated and then he had a tooth extraction. His upper lip would always get caught on his lower fang so he'd often sit there with an Elvis sneer.
Poor thing. My oldest daughter has a gray striped cat named Riley. Riley is about 16 y/o.He had to have a leg/shoulder amputated and then he had a tooth extraction. His upper lip would always get caught on his lower fang so he'd often sit there with an Elvis sneer.
Gomer was about 17 when I had to put him down. He was comically pathetic: three legs, missing tooth, crooked tail (from his days as an abandoned kitten), slightly crossed eyes...oh but he was the sweetest thing ever. All I had to do was look at him and say "Hey, Gomer!" and he'd instantly start purring and kneading his paws. Or...pawHe never once hissed at me or even tried to bite.

Poor thing. My oldest daughter has a gray striped cat named Riley. Riley is about 16 y/o.He had to have a leg/shoulder amputated and then he had a tooth extraction. His upper lip would always get caught on his lower fang so he'd often sit there with an Elvis sneer.
Gomer was about 17 when I had to put him down. He was comically pathetic: three legs, missing tooth, crooked tail (from his days as an abandoned kitten), slightly crossed eyes...oh but he was the sweetest thing ever. All I had to do was look at him and say "Hey, Gomer!" and he'd instantly start purring and kneading his paws. Or...pawHe never once hissed at me or even tried to bite.
Tell me when you're ready for your wine.Poor thing. My oldest daughter has a gray striped cat named Riley. Riley is about 16 y/o.He had to have a leg/shoulder amputated and then he had a tooth extraction. His upper lip would always get caught on his lower fang so he'd often sit there with an Elvis sneer.
Gomer was about 17 when I had to put him down. He was comically pathetic: three legs, missing tooth, crooked tail (from his days as an abandoned kitten), slightly crossed eyes...oh but he was the sweetest thing ever. All I had to do was look at him and say "Hey, Gomer!" and he'd instantly start purring and kneading his paws. Or...pawHe never once hissed at me or even tried to bite.
My students were writing a paragraph as I was typing this. Then we started checking and going over their work and I didn't realize I hadn't even posted it yet.
Class is now over!![]()
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