I used to have a Brother when I first came home with Mom and Dad. He was a cat, a racoon breed. He passed away. Mom said he was just old. I miss that darn cat even though he wasn't like my kind. He was a good Brother to me. He used to play with me, and come lick me. But sometimes he had a garfield attitude, he'd whack me on my nose for no reason. But hey,I guess that is what Brothers do... pick on the younger one. Lol.But since he is gone, I am sorta lonely. So I'm here to meet some of my own kind, dogs of course. And I guess I could stand to meet other types, you know.... cats or other animals, and humans that love animals.
"I've heard of bear hugs, but this is getting carried away".
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