Tuesday, 27 July 2010
This is wicked Pilly.
She used to be our cat, and then she became Grandpa Tom's cat some time after Hurricane Katrina. Tom needed a cat, Pilly needed an owner tolerant of miscreant pets – it was a match made in heaven.
That's Nathan's arm she's biting. No idea what the offense was. Knowing Pilly, perhaps none.
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