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I heard Santa Paws on the roof yesterday. Yes, I know it was Thanksgiving, but I heard Santa Paws. I know I did. It had to be!
Mom says it was Uncle Jerry on the roof clearing out a couple of leaf-stuffed gutters. She's trying to confuse me.
You know what's weird? I love my Uncle Jerry. A lot. I'd like to call him 'Dad', but Uncle Jerry says 'No! I'm your Mom's brother. I can't be your Dad.'
(sometimes when he isn't paying too much attention, I purr him a special little love song...and I whisper 'dad' at the end. i don't think he'll mind too much, especially if i don't tell.)
