Meow, meow, meow

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Me & my ex-boyfriend had a cat. He was a stray who decided to move into my friends’ house, and we ended up taking him. We had him for two years as a girl named Mia, until the vet said “you do know your cat is a neutered male, right?” so he rever­ted to his origin­al name of Meow. As cats go, he was pretty good. Very affec­tion­ate, but had some­how missed out on the basic train­ing programme for the cat life­style, and so was always getting himself into scrapes like getting his claws stuck in the sofa and not know­ing what to do. Here he is hypnot­ising himself with one of those glit­ter lamps. Unfor­tu­nately he had to be put down the day before New Year’s Eve, because he was old and ill and had lost the use of his legs and couldn’t eat anymore. Good­bye Meow.


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