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May 21, 2007
Once, with another woman, thing were different.

I used to go hungry. She would go days without feeding me. She said I could feed myself. She wouldn’t let me sleep warm inside, but made me say in a box on the porch.

She had a dog too, a little yappy one, and it hated me alot.

The woman must have hated me too, but it worked out for the best.

Now I have a new woman. She feeds me plenty and lets me sleep in her bed, and strokes me until I purr.

Best of all, she hates dogs too.