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14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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:: Tigger ::


Tigger grows on me. He listens to my footsteps as I climb the stairs. He does his usual awake-from-sleep stretch and then walk over to the door.

I open the door, and he does his usual chatter.

"Why are you back so late?"
"Where is my food?"
"I want a hug!"

I hurry over to give him a pat. Then take the cat food from the refrigerator. I pour the contents from the can into the tupperware. I put it into the microwave and set it to heat for ten seconds.

I scoop the food into his dish and bring it to the bathroom. Tigger continues to nag at me. And then he takes his dinner.

He is so adorable.


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It's therapeutic to have a pet; maybe except the cleaning-up-after-them part.

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