We always had a cat when I was a kid. Our cat Fluffy was so mellow that we could dress her up in our doll clothes, put her in our little doll buggy and push her around pretending she was our baby. After Fluffy's unfortunate demise, we had to do something else, so my sister Mary and I started dressing up our little brother Brian. We put him in girl clothes, put a chiffon kerchief on his head to hide the short hair, and pushed him all over town in his stroller. We told everyone he was our sister Cathy. I'm surprised Brian didn't become a cross dresser when he grew up. At least I don't THINK he's a cross dresser. Maybe I should ask him.
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