This was followed by a series of shots of the same cat batting the ornaments, chewing the tinsel and light cords, and finally knocking over the entire tree. It’s been six years and two weeks since I lost Hugo to cancer, but I still can’t look at any kind of electrical wiring without thinking of him.
Excuse me. I have something in my eye.
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