Lily has her own chair

I met Lily in January. Even though I’m a cat person, I took to her right away. Not recognizing me as a cat person, she walks up to me and presses the side of her head into my hip. I massage her neck. In her eyes is the look of someone who has known you for eternity. I think Lily is a person in a Golden’s body. She has her own chair. And her own sewing basket…I mean, toy basket. See her cuddly?

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