My Dear, Precious, Snowball. The First Of Many. You May Have Came To Me As Cashmere But Through The Years You Have Forged A New Identity. 

Your Poem Once Read: 

I'm A Special Cat With Fancy Fur 

And If I'm Happy I Sometimes Purr! 

You No Longer Have This Poem But That Is No Problem To Me. You Are As Special As The Day I Got You My Love. You Are The Definition Of To Be Loved Is To Be Changed.

Your Birthday Is April 29th, 2011.

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