cats: in which a stroller is declared Acceptable
[Major Tom is meatloafed in the cat stroller, one forepaw tucked underneath him, the other stretched out in front. His lovely amber eyes are half-open, ears and whiskers alert.] Yes, this is still all about al-Barran Champions! Look, there’s been stuff. Possibly Tom wore himself out with all the shouting Friday, because halfway through Saturday […]
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