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<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 17:34 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Cesar - My cat</title>
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&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Once .. I was back from a terrible day at college .. tired and&#160; Exhausted .. I went home .. mom told me go and check the kitchen ... I was confused ... whats wrong with the kitchen ... and then i found him coming out ... For the first half second&#160; ... I was afraid when I saw him ... not cause I saw a cat ... but cause&#160; there was nothing moving in our home but me , mom and sis ... but he was a small furry white thing moving .. In da other half of&#160; dis&#160; second ... I was at the floor ... playing with him .......&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;strong>&lt;p>&lt;br />&lt;/p>&lt;/strong>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;em>&lt;strong>&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;em>&lt;strong> Despite being so tired ... but I went to the market to buy him some food and milk .. and I remember i didnt sleep dis day ... I stayed the whole day playing with him .... I cut his nails .. and showered him ... &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;em>&lt;strong>He affected my life alot ... he is the reason that makes me stay at home for long time ... and he filled my life with lots of fun and love .. and when I go to college or something .. he stays at the door .. waiting for me ... &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;em>&lt;strong>&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;em>&lt;strong>&#160;And because of him I have nearly 50 tiny cuts in my hands ... cause thats how he plays .. he bits me ... But it doesnt&#160; bother me at all ....&#160; &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;br />&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;br />&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;em>&lt;strong>&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Most times I study with him .... and&#160; he always hide the pens while um studying&#160; &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;br />&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;br />&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Really ... I love him alot ....&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;em>&lt;strong>&#160;&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;br />&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;em>&lt;strong>&#160;&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3">&lt;br />&lt;/font></description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 19:53 EST</pubDate>
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