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My friend from down the street often says she’d rather be a cat. The kitten appeared at my front door one morning and made as if it knew me and wanted to come in.
Its big eyes, pleading with me for entry and her soft purr when I picked her up were all selling points I’m sure she had inherited from her mother.
The same day the cat lady passed away and I couldn’t help but think there was some divine conspiracy at play.
I’d never been a cat person, to me they were predators, killers of the native birds.
But this little one won me over, its sheer charm turning my heart to mush.