A strange cat - well, the downstairs cat but I'd never met it before, came in and mewed around. I let it out, but it didn't seem very familiar with the concept of outdoors. It made letting-in noises an hour later so I did. It wants me to feed it but I have nothing it would like. Edamame? Papadums? Pesto? Wasabi peas? It's a nice cat but not playful or anything. I tried to interest it in this wicker ball but it didn't respond.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak Whispers to the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. Send me not your helpless pet, for I cannot bear to think on any other but my own poor Picasso.
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PLZ LEEVE A MEZZAGE KTHNXBAI