| The Little Guy |
| The Little Guy was my first friend. He moved in with me when I was still very young, but he was even younger. We were good friends for a little less than a year. He was a great friend because he would just follow me around and do whatever I asked him to do. He was my personal slave. But he moved away to Navada in January, because his person "Tom" wanted to get a new job. The Little Guy was a musical theater major, but he was still a nice cat. |
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| Here's The Little Guy with his food, notice the little pictures of me on the wall that say "This is Little Mo's water" and "This is Little Mo's food" I thought those were great. They reminded The Little Guy that I was the top cat. |
| Here we are relaxing. The Little Guy was just borrowing my cat nip blanket, there is no way I would actually give it to him. |
| Here I am dressed for a Renaisance fair in my pretty colar. His barbtom smells weird. |
| I'm not sure what The Little Guy is doing here, he was always a little strange. |