I am a lucky, colorful, Brazilian guy. I have had a cat’s nine lives because I am 65 now. I have had lots of families. I was found at an art fair booth across from my mum and she fell in love with me. She ogled me for three days. The artist “boy” across from her grew up and couldn’t keep me. I sat proudly on the artist’s shoulder and was very, very quiet for three days so that she would keep me. Once I was “in”, I cried and screamed like a real baby, which scared visitors outside the studio. I cried perfectly since at one time, I had a baby sister. I was too loud for the artist’s art classes at home, but the children thought I was crazy fun so I would start dancing and bopping around and being an appreciated hambone.
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