She's a Manx, a cat with just a stub instead of a tail, and a squarish shape, a tiny nose, and large eyes.
She's always serious, even in her play.
She walks like a crab. And you can always hear her breathing.
She seems to know if you're feeling sad or lonely, and comforts not by being there for you, but by making you feel she needs you to be there for her.
She's always serious, even in her play.
She walks like a crab. And you can always hear her breathing.
She seems to know if you're feeling sad or lonely, and comforts not by being there for you, but by making you feel she needs you to be there for her.
She's an exquisite little gift, and I love her hard.
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