Metamor4Sis

She was always the more fierce one.

Even the dog used to run from her.

When she called, she expected to be heard, entertained, fed, and acknowledged.

And then came the day.

A stray ribbon.

A stray pink ribbon.

And the rest, as they say, is history!

Doesn’t she look ever so regal, gentle and sweet?!

Tags: Family, Fun

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