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	<title>Comments on: RIP Meow Meow</title>
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		<title>By: Michelle</title>
		<link>http://www.zannestars.com/2006/10/03/rip-meow-meow/comment-page-1/#comment-7</link>
		<dc:creator>Michelle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Oct 2006 02:47:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, shit-head, oh e-pie, oh meow-meow.  How many times did you wake us up scratching at the bedroom door.  We&#039;ll always remember in Spanish Harlem, when you sat on the pizza box with the rodent inside all night long.  And when you first met prrrt prrrt.  And those nut-case, whitey-freakin&#039;, wacko-cats.  And your little spotted mama.  Oh, and your pink, rhinestone studded collar.  Go toward the light, shit-head, there&#039;s a giant pile of wet-food on the other side.

Ode To Shit-Head

His name was shit-head
and he was our friend
We loved that fat cat
until the very end.

He could be annoying as Hell
but we loved him still
he&#039;s probably stuffing his face
upon Heaven&#039;s hill.

Our love,
Michelle, Don &amp; Autumn</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, shit-head, oh e-pie, oh meow-meow.  How many times did you wake us up scratching at the bedroom door.  We&#8217;ll always remember in Spanish Harlem, when you sat on the pizza box with the rodent inside all night long.  And when you first met prrrt prrrt.  And those nut-case, whitey-freakin&#8217;, wacko-cats.  And your little spotted mama.  Oh, and your pink, rhinestone studded collar.  Go toward the light, shit-head, there&#8217;s a giant pile of wet-food on the other side.</p>
<p>Ode To Shit-Head</p>
<p>His name was shit-head<br />
and he was our friend<br />
We loved that fat cat<br />
until the very end.</p>
<p>He could be annoying as Hell<br />
but we loved him still<br />
he&#8217;s probably stuffing his face<br />
upon Heaven&#8217;s hill.</p>
<p>Our love,<br />
Michelle, Don &amp; Autumn</p>
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		<title>By: Jill Conner</title>
		<link>http://www.zannestars.com/2006/10/03/rip-meow-meow/comment-page-1/#comment-6</link>
		<dc:creator>Jill Conner</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Oct 2006 20:18:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is so sad!  It reminded me of when Francis started to fall apart in Spring 05 and then died on April 3rd.

best,

Jill</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is so sad!  It reminded me of when Francis started to fall apart in Spring 05 and then died on April 3rd.</p>
<p>best,</p>
<p>Jill</p>
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