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My parents met at some kind of political event held on a beach. Mom was only 14, when Dad (17) found out how young she was he spent the day protecting her. She was smitten, he thought she was a kid.

I watched When Harry Met Sally yesterday so now I'm curious how everyone's parents met. Any and all stories are welcome!

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I like to lick Tom. He tastes good!

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June went into Tom’s room at about 3 a.m. Wednesday and woke him up. She was very sick, and getting worse. Soon he had to call an ambulance. She came home 5 hours later and told me she had colitis. I don’t understand that word. She wanted very badly to take a bubble bath, so I was her lifeguard and stayed with her. I’m a good and smart kitty, but I don’t understand bubble baths either. She is getting better.

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June understands my language! I jumped into the tub, stared at the faucet, and meowed at it. She said “you’re becoming one of THOSE cats?” and turned it on. My belly and legs are all wet and I am very, very happy.

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We used to have a leather recliner. I loved to scratch the arms, and made a big mess of them. I don’t understand why this upset my family so. The chair was very old and fell apart. June and Tom went looking for a new one, and I heard June say that it would NOT be leather. I was upset. The new chair was delivered, and it’s really big! I can nap next to June or Tom. The fabric is soft, and I don’t feel like clawing it. Here I am with Tom, grooming him. He tastes really good.

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Mom and I love to play this game. We used to play it in the bathroom, but Mom is 90 and it hurts her to lean over for a long time, so June brought the cup into her room.

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This new fashion accessory is confusing. What does XL mean? Extra lovely? Extra likable?

Extra large? Are you out of your mind? Get this thing off me! 

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I live in a fairly old apartment. It was built over fifty years ago, and is developing spaces where critters can get in. Last night I woke everyone at midnight because I caught a mouse, my very first one, and was loudly celebrating. Tom got out of bed and I presented it to him. He praised me, then he threw it outside. Everyone went back to sleep, and at 1:30 I proudly (and loudly) brought my second kill to June, and tried to hide it under her throw rug. Tom disposed of it, because June is stuck in bed, having injured her knee again. No, they did not take photos.

Tomorrow Tom inspects baseboards. He intends to close up holes. He wants to spoil my fun!

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Hello. Lacie here. This is my lookout spot. I can watch what June and Tom are doing in the living room. I can look up and see if Mama is walking around in the hallway.

But the best thing is I can see right out the living room window. I can see the birds on the feeders, and the woodpeckers on the suet, and the squirrels on the windowsill. If a stranger comes to the house, I have plenty of time to hide under a bed.

Halfway up the stairs is the best place. Christopher Robin was right.

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I know I said that Tom’s lap was comfy. June is comfy too.

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Tom’s lap is very comfy.

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You didn’t want this chair, did you?

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Hi. I have a problem with June. She had to learn to put a pillow on her lap before I would sit on it. Once in place, it is her job to pet me, to scratch behind my ears, and to focus her attention on me. She reads on her silly tablet! I will push at it or rub on it and she thinks it’s cute. So this morning she was browsing Tumblr, not even MY blog, and she stopped petting me. So I reached out and put my paw on her chest, exerting the tiniest amount of pressure, and she had the audacity to scold me! But she resumed petting. When she once again stopped, I gently (honestly!) went after a breast. It got the desired results, and she continued to pet me until I decided to go hunt for the red dot.

Tell me, dear readers, I got the desired results, but should I try a stronger approach?

For June’s POV, visit her blog.

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June is weaving again. I am keeping her company.

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My little brat doesn’t want me to weave.

June was working on her weaving when lunch time rolled around. She left behind her project and a nice warm spot. I had to claim it. When she returned, she got an “I dare you to move me” look. She didn’t dare.

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I needed snuggles. Tom was very happy to give me some.

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My June is in a lot of pain today, so I will keep her company. I am a good cat!