Ali Mahan?
I went with my dad to meet Ali yesterday! As expected, Ali was a sweet, laid back orange tabby. He was big but lacked the bulk of my roommate's kitty. He was a lean, mean, snoozing machine. Anyway, he seemed a bit wary of us, and hid on top of the fridge, but he came down at one point to sniff around and see what we had to offer. I think my dad is interested, and is in the midst of making his decision over adopting a cat. I already told him that I think that it would be a good idea, and can already picture my dad outside gardening with Ali lying closeby, on his back, napping in the sun.
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