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Mister's Cat

He said he never liked any cat. I always knew far different than that. Kikipoo was her name. He looked at other cats with silly shame. She always slept in his bed. Kikipoo was always well fed. I can recall him telling she is a cat. He always felt she was somehow better than that. They lived together for so many years. When her passing came.. He shed many tears. He now is up there somewhere too. I know he is sleeping with Kikipoo.

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