Meet the miserable face of a teething kitten. Poor Dinah. She can hardly eat, she's drooling up a storm, she wont groom herself and she cries to be petted every time I walk past her. If she had it her way she'd just be curled up on my lap all day on a liquid diet of canned cat food gravy.
Husband is not as sympathetic to her as I am. But then again, everything has got me teary lately. Weird mom hormones probably. I mean, it may be reasonable to cry during America's Got Talent, but probably not reasonable to cry at a photo of the new royal family, or at The Little Mermaid...
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