"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown
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Such a sweet cat. Plus, she always looked so young. I couldn't get over how she always looked so good.
I can't believe that a year has passed already! And two years since we lost Sammy. I remember the day we saved Sammy, and then when Rhubarb was born to our next door neighbors. S & R survived that crazy apt.life, a trip all the way across the country, the woods around our house, and having to put up with two younger cats! They surly will never be forgotten ;)
*oops* surely...hahaha
Tess is the surly one, right?
oh my gosh! didn't we have a sleep over or something? girl time..
a year ago? what?
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