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Baby Thor

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Throw Back Thorsday

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Ya know, cause there are never enough kitty pictures out there.

He was a sweet little jelly bean nugget, now he's a straw stealing, drink dumping monstrosity that gives wet nose kissy apologies.  

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little thor.jpg

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There’s not much cuter than a kitten!  Thanks for letting us watch him grow!

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Thanks for loving him! He's been such a joy these last two years. He's been a kissy cuddle baby lately, I love how he's mellowing out. 

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I've really enjoyed seeing his pictures over the last two years. I'm not currently able to adopt a kitty, so I have to admire everyone else's cats. Thanks for sharing him with us!

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He's still about the cutest thing around! (just don't tell the dynamic duo). Thank you for sharing him with us. Give him skritches and cuddles from me. 

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