We had a cat once named Flynn. She was a great cat, affectionate, got along with Annie Bones, independent. The problem with Flynn was she was a serial killer. Twice a day she brought dead and dying rodents and birds into the house. We found blood splotches in the hall, feathers in the bedroom. Now Flynn lives with a nice lady adjacent to Nisene Marks Forest and is a very happy cat!
Totem pole in the making..
Flea market face....
Two musicians and a hand..
Pot faced...
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