Mary Marie Martin
Mary is the prettiest little lady I've ever seen. She always tip-toes across the floors of my house as if she were walking on kitten-sized heels. Sometimes she will sit in my lap, but I am never ever allowed to pick her up. If I try to hold her, she smiles and politely (but assertively) makes her opinion on the matter known by finding her way back onto the floor. She's lovely and graceful and noncommittal and happy. Her favorite toy is a tiny red and green Christmas mouse that has catnip inside of it. Her face always looks curious and excited, and she is almost always sneaking into the refrigerator when someone opens the door. Also, she is the kitty who first decided that climbing to the tops of Christmas trees is a worthwhile art for kittens to master.
One of my favorite things about Mary is that she will eat anything. Roast beef I drop on the floor, fat free yogurt, pancakes, lady bugs, anything. Her appetite knows no boundaries; she is not a picky eater, and I love that.
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