Living in a catless house is difficult. Every time I look up I expect to see a cat walking out of the kitchen licking its lips. I look for a cat in the middle of tedious days to bury my face in for a feline fix. I relax in my easy chair and reach for a cat to love on for feline joy and no meow is there. There is NO substitute for a good cat in the house. Dr. Seuss would understand.
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