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8/13/10

A Love Story (albeit a one sided love story in the end but still...)
It all started with him. An innocent farm cat. Minding his own business. 



This cute thing (my niece) comes along and poof! Instant friends. Inseparable.




They frolicked in the driveway. He, loving on her. She, showing the love back.




He started to pull away. Wanting his freedom. Needing to run amok on the farm. He's a free spirit, this one. Doesn't want to be tied down to one lady friend.




So she watches. From a distance. This is how she was for the next 1/2 hour. On the way back to the hotel, she cried. The entire 8 miles. Was she sad that she isn't in the wedding? Was she sad she didn't get a gift? Did she want to bring the farm kitty home? No. No to all of the above. This precious girl that I love more and more every time I see her was crying for one simple reason.

She just loves that kitty so much.

Nothing else. Just the love in her heart.

If that doesn't touch your heart then you are dead to me. Got it? DEAD TO ME!
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Anonymous said…
omg that is hilarious. and i love that you can see the cat's balls in the first pic. HA.

Geo
2:29 AM
Mandy said…
HAHAHAHA Geo Matt just pointed at the cats balls too :p

and trish i can mail her the kitty if she wants it :/ haha
11:27 AM
Lindsey P said…
LoL.... Brian wants another cat, too... So Lynnea can help him pick one out.
9:27 AM
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