He's 14 years old. He's a sweetheart. He's my cat, and I'm his human.
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This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking. It's really no big deal.
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Rightly so.
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