Remember how I wrote a post about how much work pets are and how much I don’t miss all the cat hair and litter? Yet by the end of the post I was waxing poetic about cats purring and lying around in the sunny patches of my house? Well writing that set into motion a whole series of events that led us to walk into the Humane Society yesterday and walk out with two adult cats. One is currently purring at my feet.
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making unbreakable - formerly moosh in indy. 