few weeks ago while I was out of breath at work (yes I know, lately I am going to work, anything goes), I meet my friend Gio equally breathless, fumbling with a huge box.
What was in the box?
There was a beautiful, tender, pulcherrima (and rather smelly) litter of kittens! The brave
Giò them had recovered in the parking lot where and I were born, soft-hearted, I immediately adopted a:
Tuesday, said Marti!
But I felt so alone ... and then her sisters were likely to end up in the shelter, and so ...
Doris has arrived!
They play, they bite, then love, then menano again, magiano as Tyrannosaurus and shit like cows.
Tell me if it is not unheard of tenderness!
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