(love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation) it’s four years later, and i still can’t believe how lucky i was to share sixteen years of my life with the siamese cat i called chloe. one look into her piercing azure eyes that november day in 1993, and i was hooked. she […]
(love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation) it’s three years later, and i still can’t believe how lucky i was to share sixteen years of my life with the siamese cat i called chloe. one look into her piercing azure eyes that november day in 1993, and i was hooked. she […]
(love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation) it’s two years later, and i still can’t believe how lucky i was to share sixteen years of my life with the siamese cat i called chloe. one look into her piercing azure eyes that november day in 1993, and i was hooked. she […]
cats never strike a pose that isn’t photogenic. (lillian jackson braun)
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