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[i_crueladeville]

This morning, I found a cat in my apartment. It sat on the counter and watched me make pancakes then hid under my bed all day. At nine o'clock, it came out and meowed at me and wouldn't stop until I fed it half a can of tuna. Now, it's on my bed watching me type this, after having watched many, many consecutive episodes of Heroes with me.

Mom, can I keep it? It uh . . . followed me home. Kind of.