My kitteh, my kitteh, me, and and my kitteh's face. Her name is Natasha. She's 14 years old, throws up once in a while, purrs like a kitten, and greets me in the morning with chirps, paws, and just a little bit of claw. I love her like my own blood. And she's just as emotionally stable as they are, God love 'em.
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