When I was seven years old, my best friend moved to Utah. That summer I conned my mom into letting me get a kitty, swearing up and down that it would help me deal with Brooke's move. She caved and let me get Kiki...with one condition: the minute that kitten turned into a cat, he was outta there.
Kiki happily resided at my parents' house until October of 2005, when he went to Kitty Heaven at the age of seventeen. Since then I have been unable to get another kitty due to The Hubbs' allergies, as well as my newly-developing ones.
What's a gal to do?
Wait...I know! Crochet one!! Everyone, this is Mrow.
I doubt she'll be for sale, seeing as how she's my first completed "friend"...I feel I must save her forever and ever. I'm sure she and Danville will become great pals.
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