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Darlin was 13 in human years and 63 in cat years. She was scared of everything, even her bag of food. She always knew when you were sick or upsett and she would come to lay by you and give you comfort. She was full of hair and every time you pet her you would get a nice chunk of hair in your hand. She was a beautiful calico. She would meow at you when you ask her a question and fuss at you when she wants to go out. She knew how to say mama when she wanted to be loved and she would cuddle next to you and get spoiled. Sometimes when you bug her she would try to scare you by pretending to claw you, but if you left your hand there she wouldnt. She would tap your hand with her paw and then see if you would jump if she pretended to bite you. If you stay she would stick her mouth open next to your finger and if you dont jump she would just sit there like "man it didnt work!" She was so funny!! My dad once dropped ground coffee beans in her food and her eyes lighted up and she ran all over the house. Once she even licked out of my dads whiskey and my brother and I chased her around the house while she would wobbel. Sometimes she would sit next to you and stare at you untill you would pet her. She would always sleep at the end of my parents bed and sometimes at the end of mine. I would have to say that Darlin was the best pet I ever had. She has been there since I was five and I will miss her so much. I love you darlin!
