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For The Love Of Puppies

When the little man barged into my room this morning I’d been dreaming…that I had given birth to a kitten and named him James. And, along with the husband, the lot of us lived in the house I grew up in. Weird. All I want to do at the moment is crawl back into my warm, cozy bed. But I’m afraid I’d just revert to dreaming about James the fluffy kitten boy. And man, was breastfeeding ever a bitch.