So when you think you just don't have an imagination, try hanging out with my kids. Here you will meet our beloved kitty. I think her name must be, well, Kitty. She was born the morning after this balloon popped...or rather, was destroyed by scissors. She was left in the rain and Avery cared so much for her that she came out of her bed at night time to save her from the rain outside where she was left. (Literally, she left the balloon outside and had to go get it.)
Makes me smile!
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