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Neither Lucky nor Tiger has taken account of the instructions for the cat grass.
It's for chewing. It's not a bed!
No, Lucky, though you are youngest and most innocent of our cats...
...and definately no Tiger, oldest and most pretentious, lover of contrariness!
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Cats make up their own rules, don't they.
Posted by: Shirley | August 23, 2011 at 03:41 PM