From Gingers Eyes
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Last published Tue, Jul 20, 2021
Ginger is a cutie. You could never find something better. He is a happy house cat. But that's what you think...
Follow him on his journey through life itself. Discover what he's discovered. See what he's seen. Learn to love the cute fluffy cat understand how his life works.
Warning this is from the Pov of a CAT
Yes a CAT!
❌❌❌WARNING❌❌❌
This book will show some pretty upsetting stuff. Some of it is real and some of it is just for the sake of the story.
I love my cat so so so much and I hope you guys love him too💕💕
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