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Would definitely be me at the end of the world. Definitely relate to Gabriel🖤
Same.
Poor kitty! Not sure I'd ever be so hungry as to eat one, esp. not a tuxedo cat (hubby and I had one).
Hopefully, we never get in a situation where we'd be faced with that choice. Although, I'd probably end up starving.
I probably would too. My family had a cat, now passed. I'm a softie, I could never.
Your story reminds me that the house I grew up in was built during the cold war. It had a bomb shelter -- with a cat door on it. Not sure how that was supposed to work!
Even back then they knew they couldn't control a cat enough to keep it inside during a war if it didn't want to be.
You have to save the cat--zombie apocalypse or not!
Exactly!
Would definitely be me at the end of the world. Definitely relate to Gabriel🖤
Same.
Poor kitty! Not sure I'd ever be so hungry as to eat one, esp. not a tuxedo cat (hubby and I had one).
Hopefully, we never get in a situation where we'd be faced with that choice. Although, I'd probably end up starving.
I probably would too. My family had a cat, now passed. I'm a softie, I could never.
Your story reminds me that the house I grew up in was built during the cold war. It had a bomb shelter -- with a cat door on it. Not sure how that was supposed to work!
Even back then they knew they couldn't control a cat enough to keep it inside during a war if it didn't want to be.
You have to save the cat--zombie apocalypse or not!
Exactly!