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He does that. Anything on the floor. Lint. Spiders. Linty spiders. He doesn't care.
If you decide to give him one of those pounce kitty treats, it is important to keep your fingers away from his mouth...
I am not in my thirties anymore. I attempt to follow the lesbian handbook, paying careful attention to page 127, paragraph three (you know the one). I know the secret handshake, and I will someday get my toaster oven. I miss Alaska, but also love where I live now. I am an applied sociologist, and a guitarist and songwriter (also from the handbook). I suck at softball, but think Ani Difranco rocks, so I am redeemed...
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