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Some days I roll over while I'm reading in bed and August looks like this:

And then I pull out my camera and take three hundred redundant pictures of my cat.
And then I share them with you.

It's a hard life, man.

Paw floof.

There is so much paw floof. Also, my kitty is cuter than your kitty.

I actually take all number of near-indecipherable pictures of August floof. I'm not sure why.

Almost all the good pictures of August are of her sleeping.
This is what happens the rest of the time.
The following are snapshots. I'm sorry, I guess.

She has a flavor. (I really need to clean my camera lens.)

junkmail desires pictures of cats yawning, ergo.
Nuthin' more than that, folks.

And then I pull out my camera and take three hundred redundant pictures of my cat.
And then I share them with you.

It's a hard life, man.

Paw floof.

There is so much paw floof. Also, my kitty is cuter than your kitty.

I actually take all number of near-indecipherable pictures of August floof. I'm not sure why.

Almost all the good pictures of August are of her sleeping.
This is what happens the rest of the time.
The following are snapshots. I'm sorry, I guess.

She has a flavor. (I really need to clean my camera lens.)

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Nuthin' more than that, folks.