We have a cat. Her name is Roxy. I love her.
Except when she throws up on the carpet, scratches the furniture, sheds hair all over my clothes, sprays on the laundry hamper (only once, when she was stressed), won't swallow the darn tablet, causes an allergic reaction when she scratches me, hogs the doona, and rips up the carpet at the front door so that we can't get into the house.
But then she snuggles up to us in bed each night, follows us around the house because she likes to be in the same r...
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