Some Nostalgia

Oh hey! I would like to start off this blog today by showing some old pictures I found on my memory card. These are the last pictures I took of my Oreo B. Kitty before he was put to sleep a few months later. (This blog was originally going to be a few pictures of Oreo then mostly about Mr. Grumblez, however I just kind of started writing about my big 'ol kitty so now this entry is long as shit.)

My Sweet Old Man

He was a gorgeous cat. A perfect tuxedo! He was also obese, topping off around 22lbs I believe. He was a long cat with a big frame so his belly didn't drag on the ground or anything dramatic like that. When I was younger Oreo and his sister, Scootie, (she died in 2004 when I was still in high school) would sleep with me at night. My mom told me she would come in before she went to bed to check on me and I would be curled in a tiny ball and Scootie would be curled in a tiny ball whilst Oreo was spread the fuck out like a space whore. As I got older he didn't sleep with me as often. Probably because 1. he didn't like my fan and 2. he knew that trying to wake me up in the morning to be fed was moot. But let's back up a bit... 

I got Oreo and Scootie in April as an early birthday present when I turned 7. (I also got my ears pierced that year and had my party at Discovery Zone. Is it bad to say that it was probably my best birthday ever??) My parents moved in with my grandpa about a year after I was born. He was adamant about not having pets in the house. After he died the previous February and my parents decided I was old enough to learn the responsibilities that come with owning a pet, I was FINALLY allowed to get one!  My parents took me out a few Saturdays in a row after spring hit. Shelter after shelter we were having no luck finding the right cat. I was getting discouraged. Finally we ended up at a library (of all places) that happened to be hosting a pet adoption event. I wandered eagerly into the open room that was full of cats, kittens, dogs, and puppies. I was at one side of the room looking at an orange cat that was about 2 years old, if I remember correctly, when I turned around and, I swear to you, locked eyes with a black and white kitten. I immediately skipped over to it. There were 4 kittens in the cage, one was black and white, one was gray and white, one was mostly gray, and one was mostly white. I stuck my chubby finger through the cage and the black and white kitten nudged me and the gray and white rubbed it's face on the side of the bars. My mom came over and asked me which one I liked. I told her I liked the black and white one, but also the gray and white one, I couldn't decide. It was then when she bestowed upon me the ultimate surprise, we were getting TWO kittens! It was then decided that the black and white and gray and white kittens were mine! My dad went to find someone to fill out paper work for adoption. There was a lady sitting very close to the cage full of kittens that had previously gone unnoticed by my eyes. She was crying so I inquired as to why. Turns out the kittens were hers that she was selling and she was sad to see them go. I told her the ones that I had picked out and she told me their names. Oreo was the black and white one, (I was excited because I was a huge fan of the cookie), and Scootie was the gray and white one because she was active and seemed to 'scoot' across the floor as she ran. The logistics of the adoption were worked out and before i knew it we were in the car on the way home with my brand new kittens! I was so excited to get home and play and cuddle them but instead as soon as we took them out of their cardboard carrier they scattered and we lost them for hours and hours. I of course was super offended thinking that it was my fault, that they didn't like me. My mom reassured me that they were just scared in their new environment and would come out eventually. After dinner we STILL couldn't find them. Who knew that kittens were such elusive creatures? On a whim I opened the bottom drawer of a desk in my grandpa's old room and low and behold...kittens. 

My babies!! So many memories with these two adorable creatures throughout the years. By the time I got them I was old enough to go downstairs by myself in the morning. My parents would sleep in and I would watch Saturday morning cartoons and eat cereal (my parents left out a bowl and cereal on the counter and a cup of milk within reach in the fridge for me). On these Saturday mornings I would wake up with both cats on my bed. I would drag my Minnie Mouse blanket across my room and drop it in the hall while I would go to the bathroom. When I was finished the cats would have assumed their position which was in the middle of my Minnie blanket. I would then drag it down the stairs and they would hold on with their claws dug in. This sounds mean but it wasn't, they electively did it by themselves. Once downstairs they would follow me into the kitchen where I fed them and fed myself then they joined me on the couch watching cartoons. I miss everything about those days.

We grew up together. They generally were the main subject of my early photographs.  Literally, I have hundreds of images of these cats. It is kind of insane. Things changed as we got older. I liked to sleep in late and had a social life. I wasn't around as often but you better believe that every chance Oreo got to get some lovin he did. Like most cats, when you are trying to do something important, like homework, they will plop down in the middle of it demanding attention. He did this a lot. Now here is where I will clear something up. I loved both cats super duper lots but Scootie was definitely my mom's cat while Oreo was mine. (I think Scootie preferred my mom because I always wanted to pick her up and hold her. She was long like Oreo but a lot smaller, thus my desire to cuddle her.)  For some unknown reason both cats did not care for my dad. He never did anything to hurt them, ever. We suspect it was because he was tall, had a booming voice, and a heavy step but in reality we will never know.

My mom was on a business trip when Scootie got sick. She wasn't eating or drinking and was lethargic. She let me hold her. When my mom got back she took Scootie to the vet. It was discovered that she was severely dehydrated. Sadly, the cost of rehydrating her was not worth the percentage of her survival so my mom had her put to sleep. I was devastated when I found out. (Scootie was also blind the last few years of her life-the vet couldn't tell us why, only that other than the blindness she was totally healthy.) I was at a friend's house after school. When I came home Oreo looked at me and meowed like he knew exactly what was going on, that his sister wasn't coming home. He walked around the house yowling for about a week or so.  He loved her but he was very jealous-if she was getting attention and he wasn't, he made sure to beat her up later. Scootie liked to snuggle with my mom at night when she watched TV and Oreo would be with me until I fell asleep. When my dad would come up stairs to go to sleep Oreo would go stand in the hallway and 'call' for Scootie. Despite my parent's warnings, she would jump off the bed and go into the hall where the 2 of them would fight.

Oreo continued to be my cat until I went to college. My mom said he was horribly depressed when I left. He would sit in my room or just outside my door, and yowl. I missed him way before I missed my parents. He was my fuzzy buddy. Of course the second I would walk in the door to visit  Oreo knew and would come up to me and meow and demand attention. Sadly though, he was now my mom's cat. I spent every single possible second with him when I was home. We always missed each other when I left but we knew that we would be reunited again. By the time I had moved out for good Oreo was looking pretty feeble. He was happy, still drank and still had a VERY healthy appetite but he could hardly get around. Watching him walk was almost painful. My mom would carry him upstairs every night to watch TV with her because going up the stairs was really hard for him. He couldn't even jump up on the couch or my bed anymore, and he didn't like to jump down.

These photos make me really sad to look at. You can tell he was in pain and looked tired. I was in denial about it, frankly. The thought of my sweet boy not being around anymore practically made me sick. However, the last time I was home I somehow knew that it was going to be the last time I would see him. I had my car all packed and ready to go then I went and sought out my kitty. He was in my parent's room, so I put him on their bed and petted him for probably close to half an hour. I scratched all of his best spots, gave him lots of kisses, and brushed his face exactly where he liked it. It was really hard to leave, I eventually hugged him goodbye and put him on the floor. He hobbled back to his spot where he was sitting in between a cedar chest and my parent's TV.
On June 10th, 2011 I got a text message from my dad saying something to the effect of, 'We put down Oreo this morning. I'm sorry.' Finding out about the death of a beloved pet via text message is uh...NOT COOL! At this point I completely loose my mind as I am surrounded by Steph's cats. I always thought that at a time like this I wouldn't want to be surrounded by other cats but it turned out to be a good thing I think. I don't regret second with this cat. He was the sweetest, most loving creature I could possibly ever imagine. I miss him all the time, especially when I see a black and white cat.
My current roommate and I are discussing getting a cat. I am totally ok with that. I miss Oreo and Scootie. I miss Reese, Baby Chan, and Sally. I like having something that will cuddle with me and hang out with me outside of my room. Worry not though, I will not end this blog on a sad note...

Mr. Grumblez is pimpin. He just hopped out of his cage and is pushing his fence around with his face. We went home last week for a short visit. I forgot his raisin treats-which of course my mom was upset about. Even though we didn't have them every time my mom walked by his cage, he would jump up on the side begging for raisins. Smart little man he is.

My over exposed, pale ass arm is regrettable. Here he was accepting a slice of apple which I always make sure to share when I eat one.

Oh Mr. Grumblez, you slay me with your adorable bunny foot.

It was super hot a few weeks ago so I broke out one of the frozen tiles to cool down this fuzzy little man. For whatever reason my room is about 10-15 degrees hotter than the rest of the house so I am sure this felt really great for him.

Standing up to say hello!

I'm sure he was thankful for this hardcore brushing the day before it was hot as balls. I still could have gotten more fur off him but he was getting restless on my lap.

Until next time...BYE!!! 

Hoppy Easter!

Since everyone knows that Easter is all about zombies, fluffy bunnies, little chicks, and candy I have a special treat for you!

I had a mini photo-shoot with Mr. Grumblez yesterday. I stripped him of his dignity and put him in a basket with Easter grass. I was quite impressed with my little bastard, he behaved very well! He got brushed, extra pets, raisin treats, AND carrots so really it wasn't so bad but I could tell by his face he was screaming on the inside...Enjoy!

Le Easter Bunny Silhouette 

Hey girl, I heard you like Easter.

Too big for the basket.

I've never known a creature with such beautiful hair.

April Fools

F A C E 

Hello Lovelies!

My most sincere apologies for taking so long to update. Obviously, Steph has not updated here but I can assure you that Baby Chan and Sally are doing quite well. Sally has apparently even lost some weight. You go girl!!

Things with Mr. Grumblez have been going well. Recently he has discovered he can get out of his enclosure and he has done it with much consistency. He has 2 different methods... 1. He pushes different areas of the gate with his face in order to make the hooks unlatch. This method is effective but takes a lot longer. 2. he goes up to the 'weak' point in the fence and moves his paws up and down with a great deal of speed. This method is very effective and very quick. I left my room to go get something in the bathroom. Mr. Grumblez was in his cage when i left. The SECOND I walked out the door he went to the 'weak' point and used method #2. When I got back I found his enclosure open and no rabbit to be found. Mind you I was gone for seriously, no longer then 30 seconds. Sneaky sneaky. Now I have fixed the problem so hopefully it won't happen anymore. It wouldn't be such a big deal but his love to chew on cords runs deep. He mostly hangs out under my bed and noms on old cable cords that have been in my room since I moved in. I don't even know if they are hooked to anything. I am fearful that he will try to get my printer or computer cord which would be super annoying, not to mention expensive to replace.

In other news, he got a clean house today. I normally clean it on Fridays so I was a little late this week. Sorry buddy! It makes me laugh that on the first day of his clean house little bits of 'litter' paper get stuck in his fur. It's only on the first day though and I don't know why. He is quite content. He appears to be asleep actually. His water bowl, food bowl, and timothy hay ball are all full. Whoop! The other day I brought him up on my bed for some lovin, and he likes to hippity hop around up here. I was watching The Biggest Loser on Netflix and in between hippity hops he jumped up on me, lay down, and let me pet him. It was adorable. It also seems that he has a new fur pattern on his back it kind of looks like a V. I guess that is all for now. I am hoping to visit Steph sometime this month. I will be bringing my camera, obvi, and I will make sure to capture some images of Sally and Baby Chan. Now for some eye candy!!!

Trying to Es-Cap-E

Es-Cap-E Prevention

SO CUTE!

                               If you listen carefully you can hear a few grumblez...

I can haz raisin?

Cat-less

What's Missing?? *Hint* It starts with 'C' and ends in 'AT'

It is now the early beginnings of late January. I have been Sally-less since New Years Eve, though I still find remnants of her existence daily. Cat hair (despite how much i have swept, Swiffered, and vacuumed). It just won't go away! And sometimes, in the wee hours of the morning, I can hear the desperate, hungry cries reverberating off the walls of the past. Ok, not really, but you know...

Not having Sally around has been bitter sweet. I throughly enjoy the fact that I can leave doors open, sleep in, and eat in peace. Not to mention that not needing to clean a litter box is a bonus. I don't have to worry about knocking over her water bowl, which I did often, nor do I have to worry about her eating random crap she finds on the floor-actual food or other items like string or hairties. I have been trying not to admit it to people but I  do miss her. *D'oh!* When I wasn't being a cold-hearted bitch, I enjoyed snuggling with her and loving on her. It was rather funny, after Christmas Steph and I were both at the apartment. She was packing her stuff and I was back a day early because I set up a 'get to know you' lunch with my new/current roommate. Sally had been alone for 4 or 5 days then suddenly 2 people magically appeared within minutes of each-other to shower her with love and affection. We were standing in the kitchen. Steph was holding Sally and I came up to greet her by invading her space with my face. She was SO excited that she gave me the longest most intense cat nudge ever. It probably could have been in the Guinness Book of World Records. No joke. It was that long. She put her fuzzy little noggin against mine for what seemed like eternity.  Of course having a cat+moving=not conducive for productive packing. As soon as Steph would empty one box Sally hop in filling it with her girth.

Sally's final moments in the Pine Street apartment were hilarious. We had a mini photo shoot. It was grand...

Our Last Conversation (I don't remember what we talked about.)

Dripping with Sarcastic Cheese 

...But then, it got goddamned dramatic...

SO MAD!!!

It may be difficult to tell, or not, but as you can see from her angry tail she was NOT a happy camper. She even has an angry mohawk a la Baby Chan. It always makes me laugh though...she is always soooooooooo desperate to get outside but when she finally does (or if it is not on her own terms) she is pissed off and freaked out. 

Guys? Hey? Guys?

Sadness.

Poor bitch hates being in the car. So, those are the last few moments, documented for you. 

Don't forget the good times, girl! 

I have given Steph the password and all that jazz so now it will be a duel blog. She will update us on the status of the cats (since Sally and Baby Chan now live with her) and I will continue to do the same for Mr. Grumblez. I am excited to see what has been going on! 

So far, a cat update via text message today 1.19.12....

Me: How are ze pussays?

Steph: LOL just threw them into the world. 

Good to know. Now for Mr. Grumblez....

After Christmas I left to come back to Philadelphia for like 3 days in before New Years. I decided to leave Mr. Grumblez at my parent's house as to not traumatize him more with driving then was necessary. I think for the most part he is used to the car. He doesn't LOVE it but he can tolerate it. 

He looks extra grouchy today.

He needs to be brushed yet again even though I JUST did it. I don't mind though. It is good bonding time. Although, I can't just put him on my lap or my bed when I do it because he just hippity hops around or jumps off. I have to make him slightly uncomfortable by putting him in a different place, like the dinning room table for example, so he stays near me. Lately in the mornings he has been incredibly eager to get out of his house. Why I am not exactly sure, he doesn't do anything much except alternate between pushing his fence and laying in pretty much this spot pictured above. He gets so excited and jumps out of his house with such enthusiasm that he slides on the wood floor a bit. It makes me die inside.  

I have been buying apples a lot recently so each time I cut one up I make sure to share. He also enjoys little bits of my granola bars and tortilla chips. Last night he had a sneezing fit which freaked me out for a minute until I figured out what it was. I don't think I've ever heard him sneeze. It was kind of cute. With yet another new roommate, he his meeting more people than ever. He is always a huge hit with new people and tends to be on his best behavior when he is meeting them. I get asked a lot of questions since he doesn't look like your typical flop eared rabbit. My favorite is convincing people that yes, he IS in fact a rabbit. I then point out is nose that is always on the move and they believe me. 

Well, until next time folks...

Bye.

Meow-y Christmas/Hoppy Holidays!

First of all, I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday regardless of what you do or don't celebrate! As a gift for ya'll I have a bunch of pictures for your viewing pleasure. 

Steph is in the process of moving out. Soon Sally will be gone too. She definitely knows something is going on. 

Here are a few text message pictures and texts that I have sent to Steph recently that were amusing...

'Look at this creepy bitch peepin on my cereal! Aaaaaaaand she just tried to eat a nail. Such an intelligent creature we have on our hands.'

'Sally has also started knocking over the trash can...'-Me

'God she's well behaved.'-Steph

'Sweeping the kitchen is like an open buffet for this fucking cat.'

I can tell when it's time to sweep the kitchen because whenever I am standing in there eating or making food, Sally has her face to the ground and is licking whatever she can. She is quite fond of little bits of sugar cookies that fall to the ground, especially pieces with frosting on them. 

Yesterday morning I had plans to get up early because I was driving home for Christmas. Sally had other plans as if my already early 

rousal (<---sweet word I just made up) time was not early enough for her. She jumped on the bed and came over to my head and started purring loudly. Then she proceeded to happy paw my head, getting my hair tangled up in her claws. I then put the blanket over my head and tucked it underneath so she couldn't bother me. She began nudging me aggressively, and once she got no response from that the happy paws continued. Basically, she ruined my life trying to wake me up, very prematurely, despite her food dish being completely full. I won't miss that. 

Since it has been colder, and I don't have much time left for kitty snuggles, I have been letting her sleep with me. I will say that her bedtime routine is kind of...*cough* cute. I ALWAYS shut the door with her outside, though not all the way. I let her discover she can get in on her own. Once she realizes she can get in she jumps up on my bed and comes over to my side (usually the right). She then turns around in circles, lays down, gets up, continues to turn around in circles, until she is satisfied and finally lays down in a little ball. She stays like that for a few moments and then gets up and crawls underneath my covers, turns around, and sticks her head out so she is covered up like a person. Once or twice I have woken up hours after going to bed and we are both in the same position. 

My bed WAS fresh, clean, and cat-hair free. Not so much anymore. Biiiiiitch. Shortly after this image was taken I had to go to work. I made her get off my bed and out of my room because if I can't be comfy and warm in my bed no one else can either! 

That tongue, in all of it's sand-papery foul-ness,  has caused me more agony and sadness than any other tongue in this world.

 Can you see the hatred oozing from Carmen towards Sally? She legitimately LOATHES Sally. It's hilarious. Fortunately for Carmen, she doesn't have to deal with Sally anymore since she moved out this past Thursday. 

His adorable-ness is almost painful. 

Santa Claus even left a stocking filled with goodies for Mr. Grumblez! What a nice dude. He brought him a corn husk ball, which was tied from his ceiling but he played with it enough that he knocked it down so it is now resting on the ground in a corner. He also got another carrot chew toy and some tiny corn cobs. We popped one of them, he seems to enjoy the pop corn and the un-popped kernels. 

Every time my mom walks in the room this is what Mr. Grumblz does. She spoils this fluffy creature horribly. He knows exactly what to do to make her give him raisin treaties. 

It seems as though my dad has found a new biffle in Mr. Grumblez or vice versa. My dad requested Mr. Grumblez to hang out with us while we played the Wii. It is interesting to me that regardless of where he is, Grumblestilzkin loves to hang out on the backs of couches. He was sitting behind my dad for a good 20 minutes today. What an adorable pair. 

Merry Christmas!! His hair-do was slightly more out of control than it is usually. 

Soon We Shall Say, 'Goodbye'

First of all, I would like to start out and say that this blog has gotten over 1,000 views since I started it this summer. Who woulda thunk that something focusing mainly on someone else's animals would be so popular?! Maybe I am miss-reading it, maybe these views are people that have stumbled upon my diminutive little corner of the blog-o-sphere by mistake. Either way, it's pretty cool so thanks! Now: in animal related news...

The year is quickly coming to a close and changes are about to take place. Steph is going to stay in NY to pursue her artistic endeavors. Towards the end of the month she will be moving out of the apartment completely and Sally will be going with her along with Baby Chan who is in NJ. This will be one of the final blog posts I feel seeing as though Sally is the main source of entertainment. I hate to admit it but I think I am going to miss having the fuzzy equivalent of a dumb blonde... EXCEPT when she chews on plastic bags, bothers Mr. Grumblez, meows at sinful hours in the morning, escapes outside when I try to take out the trash, runs upstairs in the apartment building, gets down in the basement to Carmen's room (who HATES her) and sometimes follows me when I'm doing laundry, her foul meow scream, her desire for constant attention/general neediness, her cat halitosis, her fur all over the damn place, how she is at my feet whenever I am doing anything in the kitchen in hopes that I will drop a piece of food for her to nom, how her interest in me increases 1,000% when I am trying to eat, her love for the bathroom sink, how i have to lock my door/keep it closed if i want her out of my room, her habit of digging at doors, when she meows and scratches at my face in the morning when she is ready to be fed, how she begs for her wet/dry food mixture when 1. she takes two bites then walks away and 2. she has a bowl FULL of dry food to eat, and her persistence when she wants something. Hmm, maybe I won't miss her that much after all...No...I will. I enjoy the companionship of something fuzzy that likes to cuddle since Mr. Grumblez won't. Sally and I take some epic naps together. It is also adorable when she is in my bed and goes under the covers and sticks her head out like a human, using my arm for a pillow.  Before I inundate you with videos and photos of Sally I will show you one of Mr. Grumblez being adorable..*ahem* existing,,,,

Look at that foot! 

'LOL! Look at her fat greedy ass run to the kitchen! Hahahahahaha.'

Laser Pointer+Cat=Epic Entertainment

Peeking at me in the bathroom. Pervert. 

Actually Sally, I need that heating pad more than you today.

Sometimes, we make an irresistible pair. 

Whilst attempting to write the blog.

Turkey Lurkey...and Sally Gets None!

Thanksgiving is fast approaching! I am pretty damn excited. Not only does that mean I get a few days off from work BUT i get a lot of free food! YES! It's a poor kid's dream.

As of last we spoke it was the eve before our Fall Party. There were a lot of people but things stayed calm and friendly. Of course the animals were a huge hit. Everyone was loving on Sally-so much that she was even like, 'alright bitches, i need alone time.' and she went off trying to find a quiet corner. Mr. Grumblez was an even bigger hit. He was awesome and let strangers hold him. He bit one chick but she was pretty drunk and I suspect there was some unintentional foul play on her part. He mostly sat with me and decided to run up and down the long hallway of doom several times. I found this is good exercise for him and he likes doing it so now when I clean his house i put up a little blockade at the end so he can't venture into the living room.

Sally has been sleeping with me a lot lately. We took an adorable nap together yesterday after I got home from work. I didn't close my door well enough and just as I was settling in she crashed my naptime party. It ended up being alright though. I was mad at her yesterday morning for waking me up. I didn't have to be at work until a little later so I got to sleep in a bit  but Sally doesn't care (Sally doesn't give a fuck!) and demands to be fed on HER time. I got slight, though indirect, vengeance for the pre-mature rousing...I still have the AC unit in my window in my room because I have no place to put it until the hallway closet is cleaned out. Sally heard a bird or squirrel or some sort of creature on top of it. She then tried to jump into the window with said AC unit and failed then looked at me as if it were MY fault that she is an idiot. She meowed when I starting laughing at her and if I'm not mistaken I saw a slight twinge of embarrassment in her eyes. As I write this is she curled up and sleeping at the lower corner of my bed. She took a bath which involved butt-hole licking. If anyone has been within 50 feet of this unsavory activity then they know that she is the loudest butt-hole licker on the planet. It is so foul-especially when you wake up to these sounds above your head on your body pillow.

Invasion 

Mothafucker is Peepin on MY Breakfast

MR. GRUMBLEZ! God, stupid cute creature. Last weekend I learned how to hypnotize him!! It is epic. I read that you aren't supposed to do it often because it can make them nauseous and since rabbits do not have the ability to vomit it can cause problems or be  fatal. I of course found that out AFTER I had tried to do it like 5 times in a day. Ooops. I guess hypnotize is really the wrong word. I can't make him cluck like a chicken or quit smoking. He is more just in a calm, serene trance. Basically what I did is talk very softly to him while flipping him on his back and rubbing his nose and cheeks. I started 'aggressively' then as he relaxed I got softer and softer until I stopped. He is then on his back with his paws and feetsies up in the air in a very humorous pose-kind of like those fainting goats when they faint. He doesn't last like this very long because he usually starts to tip over and this 'wakes' him up and he flips back over slightly confused but calm.

Magic

I bought him a new chew toy this week at the pet store. He has been without one for a week or two since I accidentally threw his old one away when I was cleaning his house. This one is a carrot that attaches to the side of his house. It took him a few days to figure out what it was but now that he has he is pretty into it which is good. He had been chewing on the wire siding and door of his house which was really loud and annoying.

He is coming home with me for Thanksgiving since I will be gone for more than 2 days. It will be his first time in my parent's new apartment. He is the closest thing my mom has to a grandchild so she spoils the shit out of him by giving him lots of treats. I guess that's ok. I'm sure he thinks so at least. I am HOPING, but I won't count on it, that I can bring him to work with me so I can go home straight from there without having to stop and get him because that will add an extra 45 minutes-an hour to my trip which is already longer because of where my parents moved. If I can I will sneak him in through the Babies 'R' Us in a big BJs bag in his cat carrier. He will just hang out in the back room. Let's see if I can sweet talk my manger into it!

You Know it's Hard Out Here for a Pimp

Sleep

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