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When it grows up, it’s always a cat. (Ogden Nash)
The same could be said of cat-blogging, but I thought some of you must be on the edge of your seats waiting for an update. Remember when Christabel came home with us three months ago today, gentle readers?
Well, she’s all grown up now, roughly six months old. Can’t fit under that chair anymore. She’s fairly smart, affectionate, good-natured (I’ve never heard her hiss; don’t think she knows how), will fetch a plastic bottle cap if I throw it, will attempt to eat almost anything (although she only tried to eat the liquid soap dispenser once), can hit the keyboard button for sleep mode with unerring accuracy, runs around like an idiot, um... turns out it’s hard to write interestingly about a cat. Pictures, then:
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