Random Michelle:
Oops. I melted the small cat.
Random Michelle:
Guess he wasn't telling us that Timmy fell down thebwell, just that he needed a lap. Right. Now.
Random Michelle:
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Random Michelle:
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Random Michelle:
No, seriously
Random Michelle:
She'd be closer only if she crawled inside.
Random Michelle:
Ominious music.
Random Michelle:
Are you moving? Are you going to feed us?
Random Michelle:
I think she's gained a few ounces.
Random Michelle:
Perkier, and nibbling food regularly.
Random Michelle:
Cuddling, ie, stealing body heat.
Random Michelle:
It took tuna, but she's eating.
Random Michelle:
Scritches