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  <updated>2004-03-26T17:22:22Z</updated>
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    <title>neonkittens @ 2004-03-26T09:23:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-26T17:22:22Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Dear one in orange pants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we know.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:neonkittens:1364</id>
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    <title>neonkittens @ 2004-01-10T21:17:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-11T05:26:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-11T05:28:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The gall. (ow) FIRST (ow) she took away (ow) our food last (ow) night. THEN (ow) she stuffed us in boxes (ow), packed us into (ow) the car (ow), took us (ow) for a long drive over (ow) a bumpy yucky road (ow), took us into (ow) another place where (ow) there was a DOG (ow) that SNIFFED us (ow), then let a MEAN LADY (ow) poke our ears and teeth and (ow) submit us to HORRID (ow) indignities, put us on a scale (ow) and announced OUT LOUD how much we (ow) weigh, then went (ow) away and left us to (ow) be knocked out and have our (ow) feet toyed with (ow) and have (ow) UGLY BANDAGES tied on our front paws (ow), and THEN (ow) when she came back (ow) she put us BACK in the boxes, (ow) BACK into a car, and BACK (ow) over the bumpy roads. THEN (ow) we got home, and she made us (ow) stay in the bathroom, and (ow) stuffed medicine down our (ow) throats, and THEN we had to (ow) stay laying on the couch with her and the other human (ow) for two hours, when (ow) all we wanted to do was (ow) run around and get the bandages off our paws (ow). I got mine (ow) off now, but Valor's are still on. I (ow) think they get taken off tomorrow (ow) if he hasn't gotten them by then. (ow) Now I'm laying here so the (ow) humans can take turns bringing me food and (ow) water. I don't want to (ow) walk around much, and (ow) it kinda hurts to type.</content>
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    <title>neonkittens @ 2003-12-22T21:03:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-23T05:08:46Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-23T05:11:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This new domain is....tolerable. She won't let me walk on the desk still. But there are stairs. The minion with the laser pointer doesn't come over often enough. Silly he-human keeps pushing me out of my chair. Doesn't he see that it matches my fur perfectly? It MUST be my chair. And they keep leaving doors closed. They can't be that dumb, they have to know that I want to go into that room. Why, oh why do they keep trying to thwart me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the silly one in the orange pants needs to come back. It was fun watching her try to pretend she didn't like us.</content>
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    <title>neonkittens @ 2003-09-12T08:14:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-12T15:16:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">do you guys -see- what i have to listen to all day when you aren't here?  hmph.  i share chill out in a cute manner underneath the couch, and maybe the one in the orange pants will come pet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Valor</content>
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    <title>neonkittens @ 2003-09-12T08:14:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-12T15:15:30Z</published>
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    <content type="html">hmph.  doesn't that human realize how undignified she looks, running around in those rediculous orange pants?  and doesn't she know that she needs to be attending to my every need?  fine.  i'm going to go stare out the window longingly instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Baine</content>
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    <title>neonkittens @ 2003-09-09T23:08:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-10T06:11:24Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-10T06:13:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">At last, I can begin my plans to take over the world. These silly humans. They play with my feet, they ruffle my gorgeous fur, but little do they know that once I triumph, they will be my slaves, and do nothing but open my tuna fish cans all day long. Meow ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still prettiest - but still not king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Baine</content>
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