We inherited cat #4... Rick's son's girlfriend's 10 month old kitten whom Rick wouldn't let them move with them to his mother's home with the freshly shampooed carpets. Rick's grandson has allergies from cats...and he'll be moving in too -- thus, no cats. So we now have this crazy little kitten that just loves sitting in my arms when I'm on the trainer. I call her "Lil pussy," "Kitten," "Pussy," "Cat", "Mo". Her real name is Dynamo, but we haven't decided if we like that. Our cats usually end up with whatever we feel like calling them. "Puse," "Lula," "Rusty - fat boy (he's going on biggest loser). And we had a black cat we called - you guessed it - "Black." But he died the weekend of my bike crash. What was up with that!
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On the trainer???? Does that mean there's hope??? ;)
Yea - hope for trying to lose that fat ass! Now how much "training" do you really think I'm getting holding a friggin cat?!?
Doesn't look fat to me!!!!!
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