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[jodawi]

Last night I dreamed that cute fluffy kitty Quarky was going to shoot me with a shotgun, so I had better shoot him first. Naturally, I wondered if the claws would help or hinder his shooting.


This morning, a 3ish-year old and I scrabbled for my ring, quietly hissing "my preciousss" to each other. The ring is on my finger now, and the child is gone. This is the benefit of being larger.

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[terrymcgarry.livejournal.com]

And fortunately the 3ish-year-old had neither claws nor a shotgun.

Presumably.

[jodawi.livejournal.com]

but *did* have fingies!