You are a very cute little meowmachine. When you were sitting on my lap this evening, all stretched out and at ease, my brain must be twitching from the meds that I stopped taking, because you appeared really big for a second. And you are orange colored, and so are tigers too. The relation may be more than just a coincidence, no? What I'm getting at here is that what if you could be that big cat you always wanted to be. Then I could fall asleep on your lap. And you could kill me if you wanted to but you wouldn't dream of it because you are so dear and that's just not your kind of way of meowing things. I bet you're dreaming right now of being a big cat. Well if I could I would do it for you and I wouldn't love you any less. Sweet dreams Figaro.
Hey Figaro, it's me again
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