Streak's blog misses Streak, but less sad.
So are frozen whiskers and clumps of snow packed underneath claws. Oh, and the compulsion to walk right the middle of snow drifts. Funny stuff.
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So are frozen whiskers and clumps of snow packed underneath claws. Oh, and the compulsion to walk right the middle of snow drifts. Funny stuff.
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