Missy is the girl next door, she's a nine year old black and white puss and she's in love with Oliver. In the morning's she cries outside our front door and if I let O out, they immediately run to each other. But the course of true cat love doesn't run smooth, their routine is to sniff each other, O hisses, M growls and they both retreat. Now that O has a bit more freedom, maybe the relationship will blossom, but at the moment I think he's a little confused.
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