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my cat has the best meow.

because it's not even a "meow" but a "rrrawr!" something in the back of his throat. like when my brother and i get bubbles in our throats and talk like lee marvin. although i have never heard lee marvin talk, so i just take his word for it.

my big fat white cat wants to play, that's why he's...rawrring. and i can't convince him to come and visit me here in my room. because he wants ME to come OUT THERE and THROW the BALL. rawwrrr!

what a weiner. he's licked all his fur off his belly, and it's just a pink pink gut now. when he sits up, he looks like one of those laughing buddhas, rolls of flab everywhere.

he belonged to an old deaf french canadian lady, "biz". i think that's where he gets his "delicateness" from - he doesn't like people's faces near his own, and i think this might have something to do with a scary deaf old french canadian lady yelling how much she loves him while smooching him.

so he's got a few eccentricities.

he likes to "air his belly" - just napping on the rug, on his BACK with his legs curled. he looks like a dead cockroach.

yeah, so that's my cat. mopsy