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faranya, I have no pedigree--I was born in a shack
and left to die, but thankfully the warden rescued me. I learned all I need to know about writing from watching the warden tapping away at her keyboard all hours of the day and night. (That, plus enrolling in some internet writing classes, but don't tell the warden cuz' she's paying for them, hehe).
posted by
Julia.
on May 31, 2004 at 11:57 AM
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Hey Rocky, you are one articulate cat! Must be genetic; what's your pedigree? I've heard that alley animals have the smartest kids because they're used to all that survival-of-the-fittest stuff. Now me, I'm half-Himalayan, so I climb a lot. 
You sound like my kind of feline. Great story! ~ faranya
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faranya
on May 31, 2004 at 10:34 AM
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Wordsmythe, LOL. But it'll never happen,
cuz' the warden is a softie. Love, Rocky
posted by
Julia.
on May 29, 2004 at 12:46 PM
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hope the Warden...
bars you all from returning to her bed, when the sister leaves, you bunch of ungrateful felines! 
posted by
word.smith
on May 29, 2004 at 11:58 AM
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Thanx, teddypoet. Love & kitty nips, Rocky
posted by
Julia.
on May 27, 2004 at 6:43 PM
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ah the poor felines, how I feel for them..last sweet kitty we gave shelter to took off for three weeks, came back long enough to leave the gratuitous urine tattoo in the dining room carpet then split again
for alleys unknown! fantastic post!
posted by
teddypoet_TheGoodByeFade
on May 27, 2004 at 6:30 PM
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