when i was about five there was this cat

at the house of these really rich people

we were visiting for some reason

and it was so cute and pretty and beautiful

it walked up to me and rubbed against my leg and purred and it seemed so kind

so i reached down to pet it

and it clawed me

my arm bled, and my mom put some peroxide on it

i cried, mostly because i was hurt that this cat that i thought was so nice and that i wanted to be so nice to would be so mean

then, when i was about nineteen

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