Paige loves her kitty Belle. The cat is so patient and allows Paige to dress her up, put her in the stroller and shopping cart. During our winter snowstorm, she dragged the cat out and laid on her, rolled her around in the snow and tortured an indoor cat, outdoors.
So as I was doing my normal chores, I start to climb the stairs and Paige is holding Belle...like a baby. But wait not just like a baby but the cat was wearing a diaper and a onesie. Poor kitty. Seizing the moment, I told Paige that the cat was very unhappy (she was meowing, more like growling under her breath) but I wanted to get a picture of the cat, ou know for when Paige is older and I tell her how much she tortured the cat. The cat loves Paige so much and sleeps with her every night. When I go in to check on Paige, the cat meows at me, I think to let me know that Paige is okay.
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I had a dog named Fred that I dressed up all the time!
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