A friend of my dad's cat had kittens and one of them was a mancs type cat. He had no tail and he hopped around like rabbit. I had named him Snowball but my dad called him Rambo because he fought with the neigborhood cats all the time. When me, my mom and dad moved to California, (my sister stayed behind) we took my two cats Snowball and Joe. (yes, I named my favorite kind of cat after my favorite new kid at the time in 1990) Joe was a grey-striped tabby cat.
My blog is about my feelings, my emotions, and my life and how I still struggle with selective mutism at times. It's like maybe I have something else going on besides selective mutism by the ways that I am struggling.
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