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MaMaShiShi

My name is ShiShi,

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and I'm a Petling addict.

It all began just a couple short weeks ago. It was a Sunday afternoon, the time of day—in my part of the world—when new items show up in the village shops. I had some coins saved up, and was thinking about doing a little gardening, perhaps picking up some new flower seeds, and just see what comes up. So I headed to the Garden store, and what do I see there? An attractive new display, including two little furry bobbing heads. One says 'kitten', the other 'puppy'. Irresistible. All thoughts of seeds and flowers vanished and I found myself putting out 1000 coins for one of these bobbing heads. I chose a kitten and took her home to my front room. There her first 'words' were to ask for salami. Not having any on hand. I quickly made a run to the Food store and bought salami and high-tailed it home. I was tempted to eat the salami myself, but resisted and gave it to my new little bobbing head friend. She tipped it up in the air with her nose, gobbled it up, and did a little flip on the spot. Next thing you know she'd sprouted the rest of her little kitten body and was bouncing around the room. I named her LaiLai (which means 'little') and I was in love.

Since then, I have made numerous trips back to that Garden shop. At first I was denied the right to buy a second petling, because my first had not grown yet. I saw that I needed to prove myself a worthy petling owner. I set about feeding and caring for my petling, providing her shelves and furniture to jump on, a yard to play in, a rug to lay down on. When I passed the three day test and my petling was full grown, I wasted no time getting to the Garden store to adopt a second petling. I told myself that my petling needed a petling friend. Every petling should have a sibling, right? But deep down, I knew it was me that had to have another petling. But no matter. All my friends were buying petlings too. And some already had two before I did. So I slapped down another 1000 coins and brought home my second kitten. This one, just as adorable as the first, but brown like me. What a thrill, what a rush. My little kitty looks kinda like me!

Well, needless to say, the desire for kittens has progressed. I can't help it. I love the way they jump and flip, skitter across the floor, and my heart melts when their little tummies are hungry and they gaze up at me with those big sorrowful eyes and tell me what they want to eat.

So, that's my story. Thank you for letting me share it. I now have six petlings, and am on my way to the Garden store for number seven. Thank you for not judging me. Please feel free to share your story, too.

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well they say the first step is admitting your addiction...but would you ever want to be cured??? LaughingLaughing

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