Bombay Life

Bombay Life

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WpMetadataReadAbgeschlossene Geschichte Do., Jan. 2, 202039m
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Hi, my name is... Black Violet but my feline friends call me Violet for short but through all of my Bombay years of being who I am is misunderstood based on my species unlikely I may be your how would you say your furniture artiest whom loves it as a scratch post Pfft! forget all those cat toys that are sailing on Amazon, PetSmart and Petco I am more fund of other things such as your bed your couch oh yes least to put it your living room chair and I'm a dinner thief my cat food I hate cause I don't have great taste buds like you do I'm not a Fancy Feast Persian I am a Bombay! my sister and I are living in South Hollywood, California whom are filthy rich living in a loft living the Bombay life with our owners who had happened to adopt us from a cat café adoption center and they are now singers who own us trying to be come famous but we need a little fame of our own by telling you my story so go ahead and read it an cry and laugh if you want to cause I have a tale of humor that may make you laugh but its my piece of mind.
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Have you ever wished to spend your days sitting in the sun? Not having to care about anyone or anything? Never having to worry about make-up, boys, clothes, money, or family? Well then I, Rachel Robby, can relate. I fact, I wished the very same thing upon a shooting star. Well, I thought it was a shooting star, but it could have been an airplane. Or maybe, if you believe in aliens, you would have thought of it to be a UFO. Anyways, my wish came true. So here I am, stuck in my cat Dexter's body, when I'm actually supposed to be sipping on a margarita on a white sandy beach in Maui for my yearly vacation. Either way, I still get relax and I'm even starting to enjoy my life. That is, until I find out that I'm not the only person-gone-animal. So for now, I'm trying to find a way to get not only myself, but also my new companion, back into human form before the cat drags in something even worse.

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