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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.

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...paw ;) He never once hissed at me or even tried to bite.
 
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.

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...paw ;) He 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! :clap:
 
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.

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...paw ;) He never once hissed at me or even tried to bite.

Poor baby. When we bought Jasper home, Miriam would place him on his back, in her lap after he had his bottle. She would rub his chest and he'd go to sleep.
 
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.

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...paw ;) He 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! :clap:
Tell me when you're ready for your wine.
 
Dinner was simple - eggs with Italian sausage, diced tomatoes, rice and cheddar cheese.
 

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