#dexy Duchess of the mist

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The Morning Formation

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Dexy didn’t quite make it to midnight.

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Portrait Mode Dexy

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Dexy will eventually figure out my password, but not tonight.

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Dexy does a spot-on impression of Earl Jehoshaphat Hickey having his photo taken.

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Well played, Teektook. Well played.

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Dexy chose snores over chores.

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Dexy in Lap Mode, just after hearing a leaf fall from a potted plant by the stairs.

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Ok, this time I had meat and cheese.

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Exfoliating with Dexy

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Whisper: I don’t smell meat.

Dexy: No cheese detected either.

Whisper: What is he eating?

Dexy: The container lid says hummus.

Whisper: What’s that, some kind of ham?

Dexy: I’m afraid not.

Whisper: Wait, you can read!?

Dexy: You can’t?

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Duchessa Della Nebbia

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Tower: Dexy

Loveseat: Whisper

Lap: Cricket

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Whisper likes to flirt with disaster.*

*Dexy

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Are you done sniffing and bunting all the auction paper, Dexy?

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Is Dexy really a cat, or is this one of those Lilo-and-Stitch-type situations?