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A Day in the Life of Ginger, the Cat

2:00 a.m. - Meow until someone lets her outside.
5:30 a.m. - Come back inside.  Meow until someone reminds her where the food has been kept for the past 9 years.
6:00 a.m. Go to sleep.
2:00 p.m. Stretch.  Go back to sleep.
6:15 p.m. Rub against the lady's and the red head's foot while they are eating.  Torment dog.
6:25 p.m. Sleep.
10:00 p.m. Find where lady is reading.  Lay on her book.  Sleep.
12:00 a.m. Meow until someone reminds here where the food has been kept for the past 9 years.
12:05 a.m. Sleep until 2:00 

When I get to pick my next life, I'll take Ginger's.

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  1. I love it. My cats love to come between me and my book.

    Love the pic. She has HUGE paws!!

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  2. Both are great lists...love the New Year's resolutions.

    Ginger really makes out. :)


    Elizabeth
    http://silversolara.blogspot.com

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