Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
What great misdeed I'd done, I can't think, That my Mum locked me up in the clink. Now she's flown me to Rome, Which, I guess, is now home, So there's no point in raising a stink.
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Congratulations on the reunion! My late, great Himalayan had no problem with the move. Here's hoping Winnie doesn't freak out.
Um, Hilary, you do know that cats aren't safe in Rome, do you?
I've heard stories...
She lives in Santa Marinella and does not go out of the house.
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