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I was on my third glass of whiskey when the stray cat I let in out of the rain began giving birth to kittens on my couch.
I was on my third glass of whiskey when the stray cat I let in out of the rain began giving birth to kittens on my couch.
I gave my cat a toy mouse and she reciprocated with a real one.
My sister found her hanging by her collar under my bed and I thought my life was over, until a week later her younger sisters came into my life and I realized I still had the capacity to love.
Those jerks finally learned that they can't get away with spraying my kittens with pesticide when I'm not home.
I woke up cramped in the fetal position on my couch, and turned to see my dog and two cats spread out leisurely on my bed.
It is not lost on me that taking my cat to a pet psychiatrist suggests I might need a human one myself.
The vet and I laughed until we cried when my boyfriend almost fainted because she took his cat's temperature rectally.
I was told that the cat got an infected nipple from licking himself too much when no one is home.
The only special thing I did for Earth Day was bury my cat in the back yard.
Gas the cat was rescued from the pound as a kitten along with his brother Chambers.
The only thing harder than giving a kitten a bath is giving two kittens a bath.
My cats and I slept through the afternoon with limbs askew like old forgotten puppets.
My kittens are in the shower, trying to catch the drops falling from the shower head.
I didn't know the stupid cat had been my best friend for fifteen years until I realized he was refusing to let himself die unless I was there to hold him.