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Kitties are all home!

Twitchy came home, half frozen and hungry as a a horse. I am relieved.... It was a bittersweet day as we lost (gave away) two precious kittens to their new homes. Our white one and the one of his siblings, the only girl of the bunch.

We are down to five cats now. Two kittens must go, but I'm secretly wishing to hold on to one of them as he is SO incredibly cute. Can you tell from this picture which one it is?

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  1. Kindness10:36 PM

    Oh Pammy,

    I am finally going to sleep well tonight. (Dear God, thank you for answering our prayers and safely guiding Twitchy back to his family.)

    They are all so incredibly cute I won't even try to guess. Drop the one you don't want to keep at my front door. You have my address right?

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  2. Vicus Scurra12:24 AM

    Thanks for letting me know. I can stop searching for that harpoon gun now.

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  3. Justin12:02 AM

    hey, all of them are choo chweet!! I'll take one if you don't want to keep one..And hey, check out this post on black cats..wat a tragedy!!!!

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  4. tom9095:25 AM

    Pammy, you told me I could have the white one. Oh my, now I'm in a spin - you haven't promised anything else I can't have, have you babe.

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  5. Anonymous7:43 AM

    They all look sweet. I'm sure they'd be lovely with a few roast potatoes.

    It was either that sort of comment, or ask Tom about the pussy he'd promised you, and I really didn't want to go down that road.

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  6. Unknown11:42 AM

    Imposter! Vicus has no friends.

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  7. Unknown4:09 PM

    Kindness, I seem to have lost your address. Please email it to me so I can make plans to drop off your kitten. ::grin::

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