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So, this beautiful, totally domesticated, fluffy black cat suddenly appears outside my apartment. Some lady who was taking a smoke break said I could have him, he used to belong to her daughter or something, but everyone in the apartment feeds him (he "lives outside" meaning she abandoned him for whatever reason). He flocked to me immediately and is quite seriously the sweetest, most affectionate and docile and good-natured (and beautiful - black with green eyes and a fluffy tail!) cat I have ever met in my life. Wicked and Chewie wouldn't let me keep him because Wicked is deathly allergic and Chewie hates cats, and my mom didn't want another cat (I doubt Kidow would get along with a male anyway) and the only friend I know who likes cats already has three. I feel terrible that I can't keep him, I'm sick about it. I feel like fate brought him to me or something, and I had to let him go. I sat and petted him for maybe half an hour or so until he got up and walked away on his own, then I brought him some water.
Maybe someday I'll not be a total loser and actually have a house so I can make my own decisions about pets. I want one so badly!
Maybe someday I'll not be a total loser and actually have a house so I can make my own decisions about pets. I want one so badly!