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Poor kitties.
Struggling against the sadomasochistic harnesses of cruel oppression!
Kitties were meant to run free, unfettered.
Neatly shaven or bare.
Summer's Eve may be involved.
I may be confused....
Verily, I say thee nay!
Born free!
As free as the grass grows!
As free as the ass holes!
Frolicking and frisky,
like a kilted Scotsman on cheap whiskey!
Let them lick themselves in the sunshine.
They are only kitties once,
and all too briefly.
There is time enough for the responsibilities of cathood.
With it's bitchiness and hairballs and napping..
Free at last!
Free at last!
Good Golly, Miss Molly!
They're free at last!
Let my kitties go!
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