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Jane after a haircut, showing off her new sunglasses. She lives for these special, one-on-one outings with an adult. The cat, who is named Snuggles because she is so very cute and cuddly, in her usual position on top of the couch cushions where she can be admired each time she re-appears from her little nest. And, Kate and James on a one-day potty-training refresher course in which they played in the kitchen all day while given unlimited drinks and constant access to their potty chairs. 



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