I'm a kitten. So what's so important about how long I am? Or how big my paws have gotten? I'm a growing cat, what do all these people expect? AND, although I love the attention why is my life like feast or famine. One day all I see is the usual parade of family, and the next I see and meet 3 or 4 new people?
Sure I'm cute, but right now all I want is some attention from my parents, a nice place to sleep (floor, chair, Mom's school bag, Dad's computer desk, Dad's government book, wherever), and some food (that isn't constantly being poached by Ms Queen of the Neighborhood). Dad always says I shouldn't complain too much; I have a good life.
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