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Autobiography of a cat

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Answered by Anonymous
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Hello there, my name is Johnson. I am a cat. My life has been a mixture of good and bad times, and now I'm at the ripe old age of 14, that's 70 in cat years. My fur used to be jet black with white socks and a white splash across my stomach, but now it's a sortof dark grey. My mother was a tortoiseshell, a species that has never ceased to amaze me, a blend of tabby, ginger, black, white and each tortoiseshell looks different. Not only that, but also the fact that all tortoiseshell's are female. There have been a few conspiracy cases where people will announce they have found a male, but having conversed with some of these cats myselves, the owners are either lying or have very bad eyesight when it comes to urr... determining the gender of the cat, shall we say. Well, back to my mother, I remember she had a patch of tabby over the left side of her face, and her tail was completely ginger except for the tip, which was black. I never learnt who my father was.

Answered by Princesszegan
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When I was hungry as a kitten, I used to mew softly with a melancholy look. But no one cared to throw even a small piece of food towards me. I had led a helpless life for a few months. Then I began to steal food articles from the householder's kitchen. With time, I learnt how to open the bottom door of the refrigerator. I opened it easily with one of my front limbs and stole fish, meat, butter, cheese, milk and some other foodstuff. Then quickly I slipped away through the window. From there, I climbed the steps to reach the roof. There at noon, I used to doze for an hour or so. In this way, I became a little plump. I was then about five months old. One day a school-girl visited the house. She liked my appearance, and took me on her lap. I pretend to be a nice pet. She caressed me. I liked it. Because since my birth, I have always been hated, neglected, and beaten by men and women around. They attacked me cruelly and scratched my limbs many times. Now this girl has taken a fancy on me. She is carrying me home in a car. I am extremely happy. I will live with her in her house. hope that she will take good care of me.

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