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Tuesday, March 11, 2008
olives
While cats and olives mean
something else
to Beka's Mom, to Pushkin, they mean fun without the martini.
That's right, a drop of olive juice on the floor and he is rolling around and cleaning his face like he is high off cat nip.
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Doug
robot master, x-ray telescope tech, student of physics and astronomy, marrying Beka.
Beka
works and plays in a church, teacher, musician, artist, made a website, planning to marry Doug.
Pushkin
crazy cat, follows Beka like a puppy, likes to meow in corners and play in bathtubs.
Eva
fancy cat, that follows Doug around, once learned to open the refrigerator but not to fetch a beer.
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