Before ... before "WE" I was not going cats. Moreover, the hated. So, cat in the street "yuck!". Too independent for me. Too fussy and treble ... some traitors. But then you and me in the kitchen, Angela dying to eat our ham. The three resting on the table looking for options, with all its Jacobson Angela position "let's think."
But now .. it's different. Now I like, I like cats. Never would this picture if not for you. For you I like cats, if not, would the 4200-odd points in kittencanon ... and not thinkto feel like petting the crafty cat living on the roof of the library, some affection in the tummy to hear her purr ...
ILU.
