The day patience was being doled out, I must have been playing truant.
posted by Pooja @ 2:15 PM
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A Life Très Ordinaire
Garfield and I have very ordinary lives, akin to any other fifth cat and human. We do have our differences in opinion, he loves smacking spiders, I shudder at the very thought; he enjoys troubling Odie, whereas for me, dogs are a big no-no. He proudly admits that the only thing active about him is his imagination, and that's when we hit it off. (He says he doesn't blog 'cause he prefers jabbing away on the remote. He says Hi too.)
Thursday, April 15, 2004
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- Name: Pooja
- Location: Pune, MH, India
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