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When I was in sixth grade we got a cat. Or rather, a cat got us. In human terms, it was as if a slutty teenage girl had been kicked out of her house, taken a liking to my mom, and flattered her mothering characteristics until there was no other choice but to take the wayward girl home and care for her. We girls loved that delinquent to pieces! Sure, she got into fights in the neighborhood a lot, and yes, of course, she inevitably came home pregnant (we still don't know who fathered those four kittens), but we loved her all the same. Though Mom insisted that we share the duties of cat food and litter box, ...
