Usually I respond with pictures of my current cat Bunny but here’s my sweet angel Dolly who I lost to FIP a couple of years ago (ft. her sister Bunny)! She loved to be my hat sitting on top of my pillow every night when I went to sleep and she had a very silly loving personality and loved to wrap her paws around your neck and give kisses on the lips. Very odd little duck and I miss her a lot ā¤ļøā€šŸ©¹
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Jan 18, 2025

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What a sweetheart 🄹
Jan 19, 2025
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