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the day my soul cried.the day my cat died.

When we came home from our short two-day trip to Chicago, Franklin and Walter were waiting by the door. Hungry kitties they were. And they missed their mommy and daddy. ¬†After they ate Franklin went onto the porch and proceed … Continue reading

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