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- Знакомтесь, мой самый близкий друг, Буся😼. Ее надо на обложку хип-хоп альбома💪🔥#Буся #бу #подруга #i #mycat #instagood #insta #instago #instame #instaframe #instasize #instablag #interiordesign #blg #blag #blagagram #blagalive #cat #likecat #10likes #like4like #likeforlike #likes #instalike #liker #likeforfollow #50followersme #followme А потом 😼 расцарапала мне нос))
- Знакомтесь, мой самый близкий друг, Буся😼. Ее надо на обложку хип-хоп альбома💪🔥#Буся #бу #подруга #i #mycat #instagood #insta #instago #instame #instaframe #instasize #instablag #interiordesign #blg #blag #blagagram #blagalive #cat #likecat #10likes #like4like #likeforlike #likes #instalike #liker #likeforfollow #50followersme #followme А потом 😼 расцарапала мне нос))
- Знакомтесь, мой самый близкий друг, Буся😼. Ее надо на обложку хип-хоп альбома💪🔥#Буся #бу #подруга #i #mycat #instagood #insta #instago #instame #instaframe #instasize #instablag #interiordesign #blg #blag #blagagram #blagalive #cat #likecat #10likes #like4like #likeforlike #likes #instalike #liker #likeforfollow #50followersme #followme А потом 😼 расцарапала мне нос))
- Today, with a heavy heart, we mourn the passing of Bandit, beloved pet, buddy and tripping hazard. Bandit was able to bring much joy to the world during his short time on this earth. Bandit was predeceased by Big Big Bear, the grand imperial Poobah, and leaves behind a clueless brother, Smokey, along with his adopted human family, the Greenes, and the many friends that he made over the years. Arriving at the Greene household at the age of one, and named Sebastian for some reason, Bandit quickly made an impression, which led to the purchase of a closed top litter box. Bandit, or Bannits, or Fander Bander, or Crash Bandercoot, or Bandosis Jones, or my personal favorite, Bandalf the Brown, was a temperamental fellow. He fought the dog, he fought his brother, he fought stationary objects and he even fought your heel as it drifted through his personal space. Throughout his life, Bandit constantly tried to escape his incredibly hospitable situation, darting for any open door he could see and showing little to no appreciation for the love we all showed him. At the end of the day, he was just a big softy though, hopping up and making himself at home on your lap or chest whenever it was most inconvenient for you, which was just as well, because he always lost all those fights he picked anyways. The only time he regularily got the upper hand was when he used his bulky frame to shield the food dish so he could eat all of his brother's food. That was Bandit. He was a fat asshole. But he was our asshole. So when he finally decided to fight with cancer, he lost that fight to, as was his custom. On a serious note though, I'll always hold a special place in my heart for that cat. He was my cat through my teenage years and early adulthood, some of the more tumultuous times of my life, and he was a rock. A constant in a world of change. His unwavering, unapologetic personality reflected much of my own stubborn and defensive nature, and we had a strong kinship as sometimes polarizing characters. If there is a house cat heaven, you will not find him there. He'll be wherever the lions roam. Love you, buddy. #RIP #mycat
- Today, with a heavy heart, we mourn the passing of Bandit, beloved pet, buddy and tripping hazard. Bandit was able to bring much joy to the world during his short time on this earth. Bandit was predeceased by Big Big Bear, the grand imperial Poobah, and leaves behind a clueless brother, Smokey, along with his adopted human family, the Greenes, and the many friends that he made over the years. Arriving at the Greene household at the age of one, and named Sebastian for some reason, Bandit quickly made an impression, which led to the purchase of a closed top litter box. Bandit, or Bannits, or Fander Bander, or Crash Bandercoot, or Bandosis Jones, or my personal favorite, Bandalf the Brown, was a temperamental fellow. He fought the dog, he fought his brother, he fought stationary objects and he even fought your heel as it drifted through his personal space. Throughout his life, Bandit constantly tried to escape his incredibly hospitable situation, darting for any open door he could see and showing little to no appreciation for the love we all showed him. At the end of the day, he was just a big softy though, hopping up and making himself at home on your lap or chest whenever it was most inconvenient for you, which was just as well, because he always lost all those fights he picked anyways. The only time he regularily got the upper hand was when he used his bulky frame to shield the food dish so he could eat all of his brother& #39;s food. That was Bandit. He was a fat asshole. But he was our asshole. So when he finally decided to fight with cancer, he lost that fight to, as was his custom. On a serious note though, I& #39;ll always hold a special place in my heart for that cat. He was my cat through my teenage years and early adulthood, some of the more tumultuous times of my life, and he was a rock. A constant in a world of change. His unwavering, unapologetic personality reflected much of my own stubborn and defensive nature, and we had a strong kinship as sometimes polarizing characters. If there is a house cat heaven, you will not find him there. He& #39;ll be wherever the lions roam. Love you, buddy. #RIP #mycat
- Today, with a heavy heart, we mourn the passing of Bandit, beloved pet, buddy and tripping hazard. Bandit was able to bring much joy to the world during his short time on this earth. Bandit was predeceased by Big Big Bear, the grand imperial Poobah, and leaves behind a clueless brother, Smokey, along with his adopted human family, the Greenes, and the many friends that he made over the years. Arriving at the Greene household at the age of one, and named Sebastian for some reason, Bandit quickly made an impression, which led to the purchase of a closed top litter box. Bandit, or Bannits, or Fander Bander, or Crash Bandercoot, or Bandosis Jones, or my personal favorite, Bandalf the Brown, was a temperamental fellow. He fought the dog, he fought his brother, he fought stationary objects and he even fought your heel as it drifted through his personal space. Throughout his life, Bandit constantly tried to escape his incredibly hospitable situation, darting for any open door he could see and showing little to no appreciation for the love we all showed him. At the end of the day, he was just a big softy though, hopping up and making himself at home on your lap or chest whenever it was most inconvenient for you, which was just as well, because he always lost all those fights he picked anyways. The only time he regularily got the upper hand was when he used his bulky frame to shield the food dish so he could eat all of his brother's food. That was Bandit. He was a fat asshole. But he was our asshole. So when he finally decided to fight with cancer, he lost that fight to, as was his custom. On a serious note though, I'll always hold a special place in my heart for that cat. He was my cat through my teenage years and early adulthood, some of the more tumultuous times of my life, and he was a rock. A constant in a world of change. His unwavering, unapologetic personality reflected much of my own stubborn and defensive nature, and we had a strong kinship as sometimes polarizing characters. If there is a house cat heaven, you will not find him there. He'll be wherever the lions roam. Love you, buddy. #RIP #mycat

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