Happy Adopt-a-Less-Adoptable-Pet Week 2011!

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  1. Lauri J OwenSeptember 9, 2011 at 10:36 AM

    Peeps should adopt a black or tuxedo or older cat every week. One a week. :-))

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  2. Elle HillSeptember 13, 2011 at 6:26 PM

    One a week? That might get a bit... expensive. :)

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