In Oz: Talking Cats
In Oz: Talking Cats
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I wish I had this one in a bigger size! Wow!
J: i know!!
So I see, you don't have it in a bigger size. So what! Let's imagine what it feels like being this cat, seeing with these eyes and feeling all the power and energy of this wild one. It must be great to be on the hunt and to do just this one thing to survive.
J: im a cat person...i just love their eyes!!
Yeah, their eyes are beautiful! Sometimes I feel very small when they look at me, and it sends a shiver down my spine. They are mighty creatures, their bodies so muscular and flexible, sexy in a wild way.
J: i have to agree with you!!
Well, then you just feel the same as me, and perhaps like me you are dreaming sometimes of crazy and wild things. Thank God for our imagination!
J: i do dream of those things but somtimes i actually do them with my sister.....just to be silly!!
It's great to be silly. Serious people just play in cag
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When I turned 3 I learned to let go
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"The dramatic conclusion of our story will be right back, after a word from our sponsors!"
Necron sighed to itself.
"Ah, Square why can't you just give us fans even the slightest amount of information on this new Final Fantasy! If I wasn't an immortal, all powerful being, I would be rather put off by this trend." Lamented the Embodiment of Death as he watched Zidane chase a Coca-Cola cap across Alexandria for the millionth time. "Oh! It's back on!"
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