what did you expect? if you come up to me when I'm sleeping painless blank thought perfect world and pull my toes and say piggies of course I'm going to snarl at you. if I did that to you four letter words would fill the house so why should it be any different? because I'm still little and cute you think. not so little anymore like the baby rabbit you bought at Easter that weighs twenty pounds by June. Not so cute either like the kitten that grows into the hissing cat that doesn't want to sit in your lap now or be petted.Birth sign: Not entered
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