It's true. I coulda have been a contenda, I could have been someone. Instead, I'm running for my life! Oh, if I could only undo the error. I had broken up with the girl of my dreams, and instead of tossing myself onto the rocks, I tossed myself into the arms of a series of …
Salvage?
A cat's life is a continual sacrifice. Take today's breakfast, for instance. It's some terrible gruel in a piquant sauce of unidentifiable origin. I have delicate taste buds. My mother was a Bengal cat, and I come from a sophisticated lineage of cats with elite needs. I made do with kitten kibble. Father just does not understand. He is …

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