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posted by: dangerkitty (reply) post date: 09.10.04 (9:36 am) Reply to: KRAZEDONE I thought so too. My Dad thought we were being cruel to the cat. |
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When I was about 4 years old we moved into the house where my Mom currently lives now. My brothers Bud and Carvin were 6 and 18 respectively. The lady who had owned the house, Mrs. Thomas, had died and left her cat to whoever bought the house. When we moved in, Kitty (who's name on her medical records is Felicite the Enchantress), was lying in the middle of the living room sprawled on her back, with her legs spread out. It was clear from that very moment that this was her house.