Things is goin slower now. Nights is gettin cool, fur is gettin thicka.
I come out in the mornin, eat, sleep in the sun eat some more and
go back in for the nigt. Ah these are the good days.
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It's not easy being furry and sleeping four months a year. You'd be angry too.
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