He won't even look at the fresh tree standing gloriously in the living room. He turns his back on it, scorning its piney fragrance, its majestic height. Obviously he misses
his faux wonderland, where he could scale the tiered heights to ascend his lofty lair!
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QUE AMOR!!!!ES PRECIOSO...
YO TENIA UNO QUE LE ENLOQUECIAN LOS ADORNOS DE NAVIDAD,,
SON UN AMOR LOS GATOS!!!
SALUDITOS
Oh, Mr. Foo. Your logic is impeccable.
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