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September 12, 2005

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Shelley

What I want to know is how did you get that cat to pose with her eyes closed?

Mary Jo

Your couch cushion looks backwards? I see the zipper... haha

What a great tribute to your animals.

Carrie

My pets love me with the most unconditional love that I have ever seen.

I love my Mollie (black lab) because whenever she is in trouble she always winces and walks toward me to lay her head in my lap and beg for forgiveness. And because she prances when she walks.

I love my Ellie (black lab) because she always listens to me and lets all the other animals play with her as roughly as they want. And she army crawls across the room when she thinks I am not looking after I have told her to stay.

I love my Abby (cat) because she is a little princess. And because she hops like a bunny when she runs up the stairs.

I love my Frodo (cat) because he follows me around every morning begging to be rubbed all over. And because he loves to play with the water dripping in the shower.

Amanda

A brushing tip:

I hold the brush out to Elliott and he comes and rams his face against it. If I just start brushing him, he bites it every time. But when I hold it up, he'll shove his face (scary hard!) against the brush while I switch sides. After that, I can get about 10 strokes in, then he goes to bite it. Every time he starts biting, I hold it out and let him do the face ram. Lather, rinse, repeat.

I love your writing, by the way. :)

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