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When we first found Kenobi we took him to the vet to get him examined. He did so not want to be there that it took three of us to hold him down, wrapped in a towel, so that the vet could gas him just to be examined.
You've found Sara Ryan's website. I write books and comics for teens and others, I work as a librarian, and I blog about any number of things, though estate sales, thrift stores, and my cat are recurring themes. Some things you can do here: listen to me read my first novel, Empress of the World, read some of the comics I've written, and find out what I got certificates of achievement for in 1983.
Dylan Meconis Says:
Sunday, March 16, 2008 at 3:02 pm. |
I don’t know as I’ve ever been so impressed.
sdn Says:
Sunday, March 16, 2008 at 4:07 pm. |
filing cabinet cat subbing for ceiling cat!
Jeff C Says:
Sunday, March 16, 2008 at 7:33 pm. |
When we first found Kenobi we took him to the vet to get him examined. He did so not want to be there that it took three of us to hold him down, wrapped in a towel, so that the vet could gas him just to be examined.