If ever there were proof that Paul would make a better, more loving and responsible parent than me, it would have to be the morning that Choef entangled herself in a plastic packet.
Careening feverishly around the flat with the white plastic dragging itself down from her head to around her little pot belly, reminiscent of a poofy skirt, Paul did the responsible thing and went to the kitchen to fetch the scissors.
I, on the other hand, went for the camera. You can just tell I'm going for pet owner of the year, right?
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post pictures. i miss my cats. i miss cute animals.
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