Hi. My name's Gunther. I am Anne's oldest cat. I will be TWENTY in January. Just like Olaf, I'm not allowed in Anne's bed. But I have been a very good cat for so many years and it's time I lived a little. So here I am with my furry white ass hangin out for all to see. If you don't like it, Anne, you can kiss it.
I still love to snuggle and love to howl in the middle of the night whilst killing pens and sterling silver napkin ring holders. I leave them on the floor for Doug to step on and crush. (He wears a size 13 shoe.) Anne's napkin ring holder has been hammered back into a circle twice now. She finally gave in and threw it in a drawer.
And I love her. And she me.
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