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In a hole on the carpet. . .
Thu Apr 13, 2017 8:45pm

. . . there lived a kitten. Not a nylon, bright neon hole, filled with ragged stuffed mice and cheap plastic bells. Nor a scratchy, dirty, coarsely covered hole, with neither grass nor a scratching post in sight: it was a Tolkien hole, and that means comfort.

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