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Kiss Krinkle curled up in Mom's lap, but the kittens wanted to play. So Molly and I played with them until it was our bedtime. My Dad played with one of the kittens, too, when he thought we weren't watching. That kitten raced around the room and climbed on the furniture. When it knocked over a picture frame and hid under the sofa, Dad pretended he was angry, but I knew he really wasn't. He liked that kitten. |
