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fancy conceited curly que cat

I am a fancy cat with patterns on my back. My tail is pretty, I am sharp as a tack. Better clear away, stand away, Mo and Mack. Up close you might see my beauty and have a heart attack. Mo and Mack were not amused in the least. The conceitedness that comes off of this little beast! Don’t forget we are your parents, they told fancy cat. Better speak to us with respect. If not, there’s the mat.

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