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Isn’t about the gruff from Lewis, Too much female for Lewis, When Lewis is Owely, Owely means cranky, Sophie looks at him dead in the eyes, Swats Lewis  with her paw, I worry about my gray kitty cat, She’s 3 years old and holds her own, Not afraid to swat who she wishes, She’s myContinue reading “my Sophie”