So my mom knitted a baby hat and a hat for Jane. We tried to get Jane to pose for a picture, but apparently it doesn't meet with her high fashion standards or something. When my parents had my brother Chris, I got a kitty and her name was Cindy. She was an orange tabby. As soon as we had her home she hid in the fire place. She wasn't a lap cat, but she was about as patient as a cat can be. I remember dressing her up in clothes all the time. Just thought I would write a few words about her. She was a good kitty.
Jane is good too, just in a "special" way.
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