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"Kate, something with our cat! He can't walk!"
Last night sitting in my room reading a book. And then from the kitchen came the cry of the father:
— Kate, something with our cat! He can't walk!
I scramble out of the room and see how the cat creeps down the hall, leaning on his front paws. His heavy seas from side to side. I have a panic attack. I'm terrified and tears trying to figure out what could have happened to him:
— What happened?! Did you see that?! Maybe he ate something?
— I chair-hyped, to fly into space ready! — responsible father and laughingly runs away.
By the way, my dad recently turned 50 years old...
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My three year old daughter always knows what to answer the questions of strangers
"Why are these two parrots are sold only together?!"