Unfortunately, this photo tells the wrong story! Despite what it may look like, I loved that kitten like it was my job. And the pouty lip was not so much a sign of sadness as it was the face I made in an attempt to get what I wanted. And I wanted that kitten. Sadly, I didn't get to take my furry friend home that day (a fact that surely led to the cat breathing a huge sigh of relief once it could breathe again.) I have since made up for that petless day by surrounding myself with four legs of love, well, twelve legs at current count. I no longer carry them by the throat, but I do love on them as much as possible and photograph them like it's my new job. Point, shoot, woof, meow, meow.
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