jort
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I was making the bed while the cat laid on it, surfing the waves of bedding as I shifted things around carefully to avoid chasing her off. Then it struck me that I’ll never be able to make the dog into the bed again, which was one of her favorite things. That hit unexpectedly hard.
Miss you, girl.
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When we got this kitty, she was darn near feral. Now she won’t leave me alone.
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If the cupboard door is open, Jort will sense it and come running from across the house so she can climb in among the towels.
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The cats are making an 80s alt rock album cover.