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Found in Shrewsbury


A postcard with a lump: squeeze kitteh's egg (bread?) basket and she (sometimes) gives a tiny high-pitched squeaky-type sound. Well, she did to begin with - that functionality appears to have died. German. Looks 1950s. The crease in the shoulder fur? That's the squeezed middle. Not sure about the wild, druggy eyes - she looks friendly enough but one suspects she could turn on a sixpence. Perhaps trying to persuade you to go out for a picnic, the umbrella an insurance policy, the apron an oversight, I think you might wish you'd never agreed to go along once the afternoon was over.

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