I was nearly frightened outta my fur suit last week when I saw Johnny after he got his Lion cut!
I took one look at him...
...and slunk onto the Sky Lounge to Assess the Situation.
After a little while I figured out that he was Johnny, and not some weird alien kitty.
So I rubbed my head on him to mark him as mine.
I bum-marked him too, just to be on the safe side.
I love Johnny, he raised me up from a wee feral kitten. Bald or furry, stinky or clean, it doesn't matter.
He's still my Tiny Johnson!
Hey...Where'd he go?
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