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It’s a Very Smokey Christmas
December 25, 2009
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When I arrived at my parent’s home Christmas morning, I was greeted with a surprise.

My cat, Smokey, had been dressed like Santa Claus.

A laid-back cat, Smokey didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the attention and numerous cameras pointed his way.

Of course, around five o’clock in the afternoon we noticed something strange. His two front paws were swelled up to twice their normal size. The Santa leggings, or whatever they were, were cutting off his circulation.

There is a lesson here to be learned by one and all. Sure, dressing up your pet is funny. Heck, it can be a laugh riot. But no one will be laughing if you end up having to amputate various appendages on said pet.

Think about it. Word to your mother. Peace out.

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