Now with Scrubbing Bubbles.
Thinking of sleeping with a cat on me makes me absolutely TWITCH. That's why Merritoe had to go live with my mom. She climbed on my throat and would nurse. It made me fraggin' bonkers. And she slobbered like a Saint Bernard. I'd wake up with a pizza size cat-slobber wet stain on my chest. Ewww.
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