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We first met on a warm sunny day,when you managed to get inside the car and went to sleep on the front seat. You were small enough to fit inside one hand, and seemed to have no home, so you came to live with us. You were very mischievous but clever, and I always remember how you "killed" the long feather duster, picking it up in the middle then turning your head on one side to get it through the half closed door. You were a thinking pussy. Hope you're getting your white fish every day. Bye for now.
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