I raised my voice toward Kenta for the first time ever. He loves to rub up against my legs, particularly when a meal is being delivered. He and his siblings get fed in the basement so as I was headed toward his dish to fill it, he tried to rub up against me and I didn’t see him almost falling flat on my face not to step on him. I yelled Kenta’s name. This all clearly confused/scared him.
I love Kenta-beans.
1 comment:
dood…dad dinna meen any thing….ewe waz knot bad….juzt kinda in de way…eye due that two…🐾💚🐾😸
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