Yesterday I got to play with a Kitty. He was all soft and fluffy. I loved patting him and grabbing his fur, although he didn't really want to play with me. Sometimes he would just run away, how rude. I really loved to grab his tail 'cos it was all squishy. Daddy told me a couple times that I shouldn't do that because the Kitty wouldn't like it, but I just couldn't resist. Then the Kitty scratched me on the hand. I gave him a big stare and said "Why would you do that to me?" Daddy says that puppies are probably more my type.
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We have a cat that comes to visit us quite regularly. His name is Diesel and he belongs to our next door neighbours, but he wanders in sometimes when our patio doors are open. He likes to be scratched under his chin and have the back of his neck rubbed. Sometimes he will chase a little ball around the house, though he has lost interest in that game recently. Other times he falls asleep on the couch or on Wendy's bed for hours at a time! But if Wendy dares to have a tuna sandwich for lunch, he is likely to wake up and beg for a share.
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