Remembering Moo

Moo- She chose me when I was she was a kitten. She was a wild kitten. She stood up on her hind legs. We got along at the end of her life. She was a drug queen (catnip). She was a lady crossing her arms. She welcomed the sailors. She hated her tickled feeties. She ran under the porch, but got stuck because she was too fat. She loved radiatiors. She opened doors to come in. She mooed a bit. She was really fat and we gave her too much food. She put her paw under the door when she wanted to come in.

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