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Mark Atwood
So I heard Sasha batting something around, picking it up, dropping it, and batting it again. I thought it was just one of the little foil balls I have about the apt for that very reason.

But I look over at her, and her "toy" is an odd shade of green. A green that is instantly recognizable.

The little monster had pulled over my wallet onto the floor, had pulled out my cash, and was knocking twenty dollar bills around the floor.

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juuro From: juuro Date: September 29th, 2003 01:50 am (UTC) (Link)
Ahh, the domestic life of the rich...

fallenpegasus From: fallenpegasus Date: September 29th, 2003 02:46 am (UTC) (Link)
Heh. I'm hardly "rich". I really cant afford for her to lose them under the couch, or kick them into the litterbox.
From: missdimple Date: September 29th, 2003 09:07 am (UTC) (Link)
Yes, but theyaregreenandcrinklyandmakedaddymadeandtheyflyeasilyandandand....
pheonix_jade From: pheonix_jade Date: September 29th, 2003 11:33 am (UTC) (Link)

Expensive toys

I knew you spend lots o money on your cats... but letting them play with 20$ bills? Wow.
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