I hope before the month is out Mom will get a 'tocks picture. I sure have some pretty ones! All fluffy and my feathers there are soft as a whisper. Mom calls them feathers because they are so fluffy.
I am dictating this from my big black beddie. Dreaming of a pink beddie. I used to know a pink beddie. In another time zone.
I'll see you laters after the horrible v-e-t visit.
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