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Two days ago, my cat started to follow me. She hasn't left my presence. I have been doing two things, these two days: reading and eating. Both frustrating pursuits, as I seem to get no father in my book and also no fuller when I eat. The cat is far more interested in what I am eating than anything else about me, and was excited to sniff a blueberry when offered. Two days ago I declared my ultimate goal: to eat until I explode. Cat must have overheard me, because I'm sure that's what she's waiting for.