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Jun. 25th, 2008 05:45 pmBecause cats are like that, Veena grabbed Trever's sock as he was trying to put it on. A chase, of course, ensued. When it looked like Trever had the cat cornered he made grab for her and found nothing. Looking around he discovered Veena sitting on the bed, with the sock.
She looked highly pleased with herself.
"That can't be right..." he muttered. "I could have sworn..."
She looked highly pleased with herself.
"That can't be right..." he muttered. "I could have sworn..."