This is what I call "Drunk Love". For instance, I came home the other night from a friend's bachlorette party and each kitty (except for the scared/smart(???) one) got picked up and hugged and squeezed and kissed. Actually, after most kitties receive their first dose of drunk love they get a little skittish and run away. It's not for the faint of heart.
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Wow. I'm going to liquor you up and declare it "Drunk Love Night" at Kopi on Friday.
You will squeeze all the passers-by, while I capture it on film.
I can't wait!!
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