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What do you call a female cat that has an amazing personality, gets along well with everyone, never barks and always looks nice. I think I have found my new little girl, and I know I will love her forever.
Hi! My name is Chloe. I am approx 14 weeks old. I was rescued by my foster parents two days after I was born (November 16th, 2014). I was found alone in a field, not far from here. My foster parents are very busy people, and have so many other dogs and cats. It wasn’t until a few weeks later when I came home with them, that they were able to visit with me a little more. I get along with all the cats here, and I am getting to know my human better too. I’m sure you are interested in knowing a little more about me: I’m a domestic longhair, and weigh 11 pounds. I have green eyes, and I have a little white patch in the center of my nose (which I was born with). I am very playful, although I tend to play more with myself than anything else. I seem to get along great with cats, and not so good with dogs (although they all seem to like me). I am friendly with everyone. I’m not a barker, and never seem to really be a meower. I’m also not one of those kitties that always looks like she just had a big meal. My foster mother says I look like I have just had a good breakfast. This past week, I had my first haircut, and I am very proud of my new coat (although I look a little long for my size, I know my mother’s legs are too, so I won’t get any bigger).
There is a picture of me in the middle of the page. I just added it in. I really like the way it looks. I just love it when people add pictures to my profile. It makes me feel special. I’m very proud of you, too, you pretty little kitten. You are adorable. I would love to give you a forever home if you can give me one too. I am already your favorite kitty, and I’ll make sure you never forget it. I know I wouldn’t.
“I can’t believe I was so selfish,” the boy said, his voice filled with remorse. He ran his hand over his head. “I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry, Mommy.”
“It’s okay, Jack. I know you’re sorry,” the boy’s mother said, her hands on her hips.
The boy looked at her, unsure. “You do?”
“But I hurt you. I scared you. I shouldn’t have been such a baby. I’m sorry, Mommy.”
The boy’s mother smiled at him. “It’s okay,” she said.
The boy nodded. “But will you forgive me?”
The boy’s mother’s eyes locked on him. “Of course, Jack. I love you. I always have and I always will.”
The boy threw his arms around his mother and gave her a hug. “Thank you,” he said. He looked up at her. “You’re the best, Mommy.”
The mother smiled. “I know. You’re the best, too, Jack.”
A tear ran down the boy’s cheek. He wiped it away. “Do you think you could give me another hug?” he asked.
The boy’s mother reached out her arms and gave her son a warm hug.
“I can’t believe this,” the mother said, staring at her son with wide eyes. “You and Dad, just like that.”
“We do this all the time, Mom. It’s just…”
“It’s just that we’re in public,” the mother said with a small laugh. “I’ve never seen you and Dad hug in public before.”
“Well, Mom,” the boy said, a twinkle in his eye. “This is our new favorite thing.”
The mother smiled and patted her son on the head. “Well,” she said, “we’re the same, you and I. We’re both so strong.”
I'm in high school. (In an alternate universe). In this universe, I'm in 4th grade. Because of an idea I had, and then had to work through, my life went from ordinary to extraordinary.
I can write and publish stories in my spare time. If I want to tell you what I think of your post, I have the right. If I don't, I don't have the right. Either way, you have the right to complain to my parents, but you can't write nasty things to me.
I think this whole thing is really stupid and I'm trying to figure out the point, but I have no idea. I don't have a point, I have an idea, and it's stupid. Please stop emailing me with it, and stop posting it on Google+, and stop making a big deal of it.
I love it. I think you're a genius and I'm so glad you don't give a damn about other people.
(But now, you have to post your idea. I don't have a point, I don't have a point, I don't have a point. But I do have an idea and it's so good I'm going to post it anyway.)
For those of you who didn't see this in my previous post, my mother came to my school today to ask a question. It turns out that I have the option to put a certain class in a different room. My dad and I spent all day talking about it.
Here's the thing: I have trouble with math. I get frustrated, and I don't like doing it. But there's this one problem that I really, really don't want to do. I like the rest of math, and I really like it when the teacher says something like, "Let's work through this problem together," and I realize that I have a better grasp of the concepts. When it comes to this particular problem, I'm really good at it, and I don't want to change the situation. And I really don't want to work through it with other people.
So what I'd like is to put this problem in a room where I can work it by myself. That's it.
This is different from last year. Last year, I would say, "I have some questions about biology" and then my dad would ask if I'd like to work on biology at home. This year, I had this planned ahead of time, because my dad would not be asking me. He'd be thinking, "You want to take your biology test? It's your decision." But it also wouldn't be me who would come home and say, "I have this problem in trigonometry." It would be my mom and dad who would say, "Let's work