Evelyn has a favorite toy. It's a little white kitty with a star on it's foot. She adores this kitty. She carries it everywhere. She feeds it her bottle. She drops it in mud puddles. Michael and I have tried to get her to love some other, less-white toy, but all in vain. If she ever loses it, we'll be hard pressed to replace it. As my brother Sam says, we'll have to buy another star kitty and tie it to the back of the car and drive all over the city in order to make it look like a suitable replacement.
Thank you George!
This morning I greeting Evelyn with a typical: "Good Morning, Sweetheart!" She answered me back with a polite: "Mee-ow!"
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