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The reason I don't ask people questions when visiting their houses is that you end up getting information you don't need.


“Oh, you have a cat?”


Because you have seen a lazy gray cat looking at you with vindictive eyes splayed on a sofa... 


She draws a deep breath.


“Oh, yes. He is called Che Guevara, I got him from Westlands. It was love at first sight. He had been abandoned at drainage when I heard him call me by name. He is 3.5kgs now and a new grandfather. Che has been working hard. Ha ha ha. ”


It should have stopped at, “Oh, yes.”


But now you have to go home wondering whether at 3.5Kgs, that cat is healthy or he needs to start intermittent fasting starting April...  Now July . And why anyone would call a cat Che Guvara. Do Cubans know about this cat? 


Is it Friday where you are?


Be happy. 


Have your flowers #nduguabisai

Comments

  1. AnonymousJuly 8, 2024 at 7:19 PM

    😂😂😂

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  2. AnonymousJuly 9, 2024 at 6:58 PM

    Che Guevara is the newest randfather in town. Relaxation 😄😄

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  3. AnonymousJuly 13, 2024 at 10:54 AM

    😂😂

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  4. AnonymousJuly 14, 2024 at 1:24 PM

    Simprosa!!! Call you by your name??? 😂😂

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