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The marbled cat sat in the hall a baleful eye on a marbled ball. Not even that could lighten his mood so he wandered off to find some food, which he sniffed and licked and sniffed some more, then sloughed his claws on the kitchen door, then arched his back and gave a stretch and coughed and hacked a hair ball wretch, then licked his *** and licked his paws, wiped his ears then a long, still pause, as though an idea had entered his head, then wandered off to find a nice, soft bed to rest his bones for an hour or two, for life is tiresome when there’s nothing to do but lick and eat and stretch and all that, when you’re a pampered, lazy, marmalade cat.

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Date: 10/6/2020 2:02:00 PM
Cats do think they own the place and can wrap their owners round their claws, Emilia : )
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John Jones
Date: 10/6/2020 2:08:00 PM
You don’t own them, they own you, that’s for sure Emilia
Date: 10/1/2020 6:38:00 AM
what a charming descriptive poem, sure made me smile - perhaps i could come back as a pampered cat - they certainly live a good life:-) hugs jan xx
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John Jones
Date: 10/1/2020 7:05:00 AM
There’s worse things to be Jan, that’s for sure
Date: 8/13/2020 3:58:00 PM
Hello John Jones, now that is a pampered cat. Enjoy your evening my friend.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 8/14/2020 3:54:00 PM
Hello John Jones, How is the pampered cat? Enjoyyour evening my friend.
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John Jones
Date: 8/13/2020 4:22:00 PM
Thank you Darlene, you too.